Two Poems

John Ashbery

A Breakfast Radish

Whatever we’re dealing with catches us
in mid-reconsideration. It’s beautiful,
my lord, just not made to be repeated,
that’s all.

Counterterrorists have already invaded parts of England
and Spain. Your action dollar at work.
Deception figures in quite a few precious things,
although, as I say, it’s a small remnant
of what others have achieved to avoid being singed.

We have a special on revenge tragedy.
March is going to be a heavier day.
The girls talked about getting ready.
When they do, in this or that glen,
looks can be deceiving, he stressed.

Dickie’s Border Vacation

Nobody knows whether I should stay here with you.
The comics became devoted after his mother died.
Cross mentoring, peer checking, peer coaching were brought on,
with beans and leftovers. Like most books, this one puts
a damper on me. On Sundays I used to populate.

They were running out of steam but didn’t know it.
Now we like it. My face is too young. Later, politics
would trample our undeveloped theses.

Professor, I’m going to set you up again.
Don’t wheeze next time. Railroad elders
would border on the interesting.
What of Lepchek, Spongey, Mr Johnson? Huntz Hall?
These and others, swept to their doom over the solid-seeming railing,
make for clouded sailing ahead. I’m going to start working on it,
or the other. A rumble upstate said: ‘No, they’re not.
I told them eighty-six hundred times. You got enough feet
to refer to, now, with mixed success. A drop in pressure,
wine and fripperies, is what I can do for you, drab gent.’

Do you want to eat those sunny, idle cakes?
If I can get a cancellation
to feign grand illness, alas, he likes to take care of
each other. And I think, I really do think that
a poultice … Hey, I’ve been hungry for two seconds.
You’re staying without a gift. A lot of liquid
from Latin hands will trickle down to the strange Oz house
I affirmed to get back out of business.
Morning glories, poppies … and they keep saying they want to hire.
Me? Oh, I saw him throwing a glass of water around,
told him not to participate. Whom did you involve?

The Alps are for women, strictly speaking.
It is definitely possible, in the Slovak station,
to not be too sorry for her or she would be putting up with it.
Well, you don’t want it to. Perhaps no outcome,
but impeccably located, shocking images
in forests of creosote, making an event possible. It’s special-loaded
with mind-chips for the tri-state area. Dirt all election day.

We made so much money this is almost on the house.
It was 1910.