I knew we had to recommend this poem as I read it--the great piece "
The Difference at Cafe D'Arthe" by John Poch in
Rattle, issue 43, Spring 2014. This type of poem shows it's intelligent in small luring movements, drawing you in until it explodes in incredible moments. For example, it begins with an excellent line and a epigram/beginning notation:
Seville, Spain
Except for coffee, light never forgives the dark.
[...]
Here, at the bar, even a driver of dangerous liquids
can find a robust, fertile rest so river deep,
his gaze darkens [...]
Then the poem continues on, swirling like Andrei Codrescu's infamous descriptions of NOLA until it gets to an incredible ending section that is excellent:
[...]
This one’s lover must be rough, her hair the scent
of a midnight sea-port, her love-talk
a dirty old story of graffiti on graffiti.
When she dances for him some nights, she must look like
the aftermath of math. The answer, naked
and not wanting. [...]