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.