Matt Schroeder
After Akira Kurosawa’s Drunken Angel
Three women half smokestacks sit beneath a false sun scatter into darkness a man with a guitar for hands thumbs a sequence for the entirety of a feature length film the year is 1948 & below the swamp an entire section of double reed instruments bubbles the surface with night music cinematic close up the mouth of every man hides a snake black & want whispering but there is one the doctor his mouth filled with drunken swallowtails who waltz with cuckoos through post-occupation whisky there is a slow let down the doctor brings all the men & their mouths to the swamp charming each serpent the water nearly stagnant bubbles again each man brings a hand to his mouth out comes a swallow & a palmful of blood

Matt Schroeder is currently living and teaching in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Hercegovina. His poetry is influenced by the experience of being a foreigner (or as the locals say, a stranger). When he is not working or writing, he enjoys collecting fruit from orchards and making friends with the other strays.

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