LW Poetry

This feature showcases original poems by GRF members. Send poems to emmad@lwsb.com. Poetry submissions run as space allows.

Post-Structuralism

At the Saussure gallery, A painting of a figure with an eye popping out.

Spectators passed by with a shudder, Exclaiming, “Oh my!” and “Horrible!”

Accepting possibilities, I closed my eyes, and Lost in the truth of the scene, stood there in a trance.

At midnight, sitting on a church pew, In the silent darkness, Slowly chewing on an empty fish-shaped pastry, Gazing at the white moon by the waterless pond, I recall the warmth and smell of the gallery.

—Robert Chung, Mutual 4