Tag: poetry

Poem 20150819

crow

the note slides neatly
into the three inch wide
locker vents

he waits

when she opens
the door
it falls
spinning like a large
white leaf
some albino tree shedding
in autumn

the phrase in the card
is french
something easily found
at the library
something easily deduced
from years of spanish
together
from years of doing homework
together
over the phone
for the harder concepts

–it’s in french, he says

–i’m glad i don’t understand french, she says

and laughs, effortlessly dismissive

an oil slick over the surface
of water
as if he is under water
and the thick shadow
blocks the light
chokes the oxygen
and he drowns

Poem 20150818

crow2 Comments

the projector projects
a filmy image on the
chalkboard
colors washed out
by the green clay surface
and the light flooding in
through the broken blinds
and the cracked open door
to alleviate
the oppressive september
heat and humidity

science class
though the school is small
and all classes are taught
by the same teacher
and in the same room

filmstrip about insect
life cycles
and a horrible scratchy
soundtrack
like a melodrama
or illness of the week movie

ghost handwriting outlines
homework on the too dark board

–reading
–math

legible on the thorax
of the four foot wide
grasshopper

Poem 20150817

crow2 Comments

anything when
with the little now
a time to pocket the wind
like a watch
the wind up blowing
a hole in the pocket
of the little now
a pitcher’s blackened pitch
and the smallest wrist
turning
white and perfect
anything when
when now not
like a watch
or being watched
—–

Been reading e e cummings. Seriously, there is no poem better than this one:
i carry your heart with me. I would post this one, but it is still under copyright. So go ahead and click over.

Poem 20150815

crow

the face seems
not quite right
maybe the chin too soft
or the brow not strong enough

no
something insouciant
about the mouth

but the clay
–red on the hands
red on the fingers
red under the fingernails–
the clay forgives
and forgives
and forgives

while you can fix a
broken nose
with a thumb and your index
finger

and scrape away
the lips with
a wire loop
and start again

you can’t re-sculpt
any words that pass
those lips

Poem 20150811

crow2 Comments

spinning and twisting
like a middle school
science fair
project on DNA
made of multicolored
styrofoam balls

jammed together with
white toothpicks
or popsicle sticks
notes about bases
peeling where the glue
didn’t keep it
attached to the poster board

points off for that

we twist and spin
an expression of genes
phenotypes
and madness in the blood
and in the bones
and in the loins

we spin
we turn
driven down
into the earth
like screws
tightened down
by the immaculate
divine
hand