It has me all a-wiggle
from delta to cathedral.
It can’t be worth a shilling
If it’s also worth a shell.
you sleek inventors, you—
you have grown mad and erratic.
You’ve gone way off your mark
And you do it all day long,
Like flicking horsetails or a swatter
At an all-pervasive swarm.
Your head bows and nods the low note
On its way to the swimming deep,
And then sharp and of a sudden
The loud chain of machine beeps
Makes retreat the sense of peace,
And now danger loads of minutiae
Swell to the forefront of the mind,
Hard and loud like a madness taking form
In a thick and menacing fog.
Griff Foxley’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Alembic, Burningword, Crack the Spine, and Evening Street Review. He holds a bachelor of arts in English literature from Vassar College where he studied with Eamon Grennan, and an MBA in Sustainable Management from Presidio Graduate School in San Francisco. Foxley is a member of the Los Angeles Poets and Writers Collective, and frequently participate in the Jack Grapes’ Method Writing Workshops. A New York City native, he’s been a Los Angeles resident for the past 11 years, and works as a food business entrepreneur, social justice activist, and writer. He enjoys listening to music, bike riding through the city, and spending time with my wife and two toddlers.