Aaron Belz
Founder of the "Uncomfortable School" of poetry, Aaron Belz owns a home in
Dogtown, MO. His poems have appeared recently in Fence, Snow Monkey, and
Fine Madness and are forthcoming in The Canary River Review. Feel free to
email him at aaron@belz.net
HENRY THE EIGHTH
I.
I sat with my head sort of hanging--in the tiled atrium.
I sat in the tiled atrium--with my head sort of hanging.
In the tiled atrium I sat with my head hanging--sort of.
Sort of hanging my head I sat in the tiled atrium.
I sat sort of hanging my head in the tiled atrium.
Buffalo cheese, buffalo cheese. Buffalo cheese.
I sat with my head sort of hanging--in the tiled atrium.
II.
III.
IV.
She sat in the wide gondola, its colorful hood
playing gaily in the breeze.
In the wide gondola she sat in the breeze playing
gaily its colorful hood.
Henry James.
V.
VI.
Monster cheese, monster cheese, we sculpt our monster cheese.
VII.
As we went, however, in her gondola,
gliding there under the sociable hood
with the bright Venetian picture framed on either side
by the movable window,
I could see that she was amused by my infatuation.
VIII.
Henry the Eighth.