No Ideas

Patty Seyburn

Things, they are no fools. They tableau.

The trees pose, too, as the yogini know.

And my trousseau of objects rearrange

themselves each night. They want to be still-

lives, to be of record. The time they change

changes because letting me watch would

sacrifice their modesty. The slender jug

switches shelves with the Bakelite bowl.

A landscape of short strokes, dense pigment

gazes at a sepia silhouette: what are you?

My lipsticks jockey for position, wise

to my predilection for the front row.

It is drafty in here. A strange breeze, low

on the Beaufort Scale, deranges the interior.

Patty Seyburn

Patty Seyburn has published four books of poems: Perfecta (What Books Press, 2014), Hilarity (New Issues Press, 2009), Mechanical Cluster (Ohio State University Press, 2002), and Diasporadic (Helicon Nine Editions, 1998). She is a professor at California State University, Long Beach, and coeditor of POOL: A Journal of Poetry (www.poolpoetry.com).


Things, they are no fools. They tableau. The trees pose, too, as the yogini know. And my trousseau of objects rearrange themselves each night. They want to be still- lives, to be of record. The time they change changes because letting me watch would sacrifice their modesty. The slender jug switches shelves with the Bakelite …

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