Two Poems by Andrew Cox



AS WITH YOUR SHADOW I WITH THESE DID PLAY
Shakespeare, sonnet 98

They line up the ones who think they have something to say
Waiting for their turn to watch home movies
And the mothers come home tipsy
To the cats at the door waiting to go out for the night
While someone tells someone else they are moody
The meaning of which sets sail to take advantage of the wind
To sail through the sludge of our muddled thinking
Out there on the great expanse no one to help us
When there’s no father to say hello dear glad you made it home
And the children are just kids in the sandbox
Who will decide when they grow up through the garbled voices
Whether they will use needles or not
As the pain like a sky filled with a cloud shaped like a nose
Sniffs out the sadness no one sees shuffling up the street



TO EAT THE WORLD’S DUE, BY GRAVE AND BY THEE
Shakespeare, sonnet 1

Today I offer to carry everyone’s sadness and deliver it
To the door of the room in the hotel called Vacancy
Where they can unpack it and hang it in the closet
To wait for the day they intend to wear it on their sleeve
Cuff links and all with a matching tie and remember the tip
And how it made them feel they had done me a favor
Today I offer to stand by and wait with hand out
And accept whatever they give me in this tired uniform and silly hat
And shoes that know the way to every room
Where the floors have accommodated all the pacing
And have no idea what the walls think and why the ceilings
Are stained and cracked and laughing behind everyone’s back
Today I offer to haul the sadness until the rooms are full
And the hotel changes it name to No Vacancy



Andrew Cox is the author of THE EQUATION THAT EXPLAINS EVERYTHING, (BlazeVOX [Books] 2010), the chapbook, FORTUNE COOKIES (2River View 2009) and the hypertext chapbook, COMPANY X (Word Virtual). He lives in University City, MO, the Brooklyn of St. Louis, where he edits UCity Review.