“How could // the hand’s reflexive twitch undo centuries of survival? / Something as simple as an approaching outlier of thunder // cause devastation to a thing come so far?” (poetry)
Tag: Poetry
“Sunbeams drop and scatter / like shrapnel across bald pavingstones asizzle / in the dust of your passing.” (poetry)
“Every day their breath brushes back and forth / like wind erosion over the etched inscriptions / that say our veterans are our heroes,” (poetry)
“Chicago, / I’ll stick around as long as you’ll take me or leave me.” (poetry)
“what can somewhere provide beside a concrete babbling brook / with loose boulders” (poetry)
“we gently break their beacons from our ankles / caress the skin where now the signals stop” (poetry)
“It had crushed her trailer / while she watched / Queen for a Day / on a TV crowned with rabbit ears.” (poetry)
“Wandering around some post-nuke safari park / With cauliflower growing out of my arm / Like a freak at night” (poetry)
“Robber barons are laughing themselves silly as they devour your / neighbors. / Don’t worry. / It’s not you they are after.” (poetry)
“little teeth of pinion, / gears of language / spinning in your mouth” (poetry)
On our / walk the hound and I / noted something fecund (poetry)
What are the whereabouts of this babble of tongues, / this suicide flight of words, / this hermit-crab that is my story? (poetry)
“several layers of antagonism stare at us / amidst a squabbling paradox or cannibalism.” (poetry)
“Out west, we get our sunlight second hand, / when the East has settled the business of the day.” (poetry)
“The last traces / of what I have lived, / of what I have loved, / are vanishing at the mercy of the wind.” (poetry)
“You did not talk politics, except / to tell me we were being watched” (poetry)
“Weird fantastic beings of a / Super-intelligence. Ruling a race of synthetic humans / and pitting them against mankind’s dream.” (poetry)
“in soft squares, you try to neglect / your worries and shut down / the war-voices,” (Poetry)
“they are the ones not allowed the roles except / maids and gardeners and gangsters and prisoners”
“Each day the quick kick of the dream / empties another body / and the ghosts move through unkempt streets / named Lincoln and Delaware,” (Poetry)
“at recess the innocent school / children play and gambol in / pure non-denominational play”
“from their beacon hands / glow worldwide welcomes and a thousand smiles.” (Poetry)
“I dreamed the sun, very low, / painting me a mustache of sweat and coal.”
“I wondered aloud/if on those odds days/where I felt like a hunted squid/that what I was actually feeling/was Light Cerulean Blue” (Poetry)
“I see that the innocent face/beneath the long-brimmed, straw hat/does not seem to know it is raining.” (Poetry)
All the other cool calm quite sensible terms had stable gigs in respectable stories. (Poetry)
“‘I can ring you up for/what fits in the bag. The rest is your responsibility.'” (Poetry)
“20th century monk/High Priest of Art/The Legendary Master—/in his bare immaculate altar of a studio/in the heart of New York City” (Poetry)
“ParaGard: [thank you student health/insurance] a type of long-acting,/reversible, contraceptive, inrauterine/device.” (Poetry)
