FANTASY BASEBALL WAIVER WIRE

There are two

counterspies on the edge

of the harbour and now

they see the boats

coming, the white

boats on the dark

waters of the harbour,

and they move away

from the edge, they

are not looking, they

cannot face the boats

The sun is

rising slowly, the

tide is rising

slowly, the boats

come closer and the

boats come closer,

the sun is rising

slowly, the tide

is rising slowly

The counterspies

go on, they are

not looking, they

cannot face the boats,

the sun is rising

slowly, the tide

is rising slowly,

the boats come

closer and the boats

come closer, the

tide is rising slowly

The counterspies

go on, they are

not looking, they

cannot face the boats,

the sun is rising

slowly.

AND THE SOUND OF VOICES NEARBY

All I want

is to walk

in the palm-

lined hollow.

I no longer

sleep at night,

the problems

I could see

I cannot, and

that’s all I have

to say. (There

is nothing

after this.)

                                                   from U. G. Világos: Selected Lyric Poetry (Broken Sleep Books, 2022)

 

 

 

 

U. G. Világos is a poet, editor and teacher. His new collection, The Mostly Fictitious Man, is forthcoming in summer 2023, and a collection of flash-poems titled Troubles, Nights, Meditations & Memoranda for a Passing Smile is forthcoming in 2024. He is the editor of We Still Use Poetry: The 2nd Quarterly Anthology of Contemporary Poetry in the Margins. He sometimes writes as Discovery Jones. As Jones, he has published the poetry chapbook How to Survive a Shark Attack and the novels Possession, 1972 and The Last Tracer.

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