poetry: results 721–735 of 735

the fists

of an ugly bruised sky

beat the thick glass of the terminal,

its thunder serenading…

17 cats ran in and

out windows that

never closed as Hari

Krishna jingled up…

I thought it was

odd at first. Take

off your clothes you

said, unbuttoning yours…

i bite pudding—

coming back,

to the hard surfaces,

of my own mouth.

sheen wind shave my ear so I can hear nothing but your electric tyranny.

Neither of us spoke

As we traveled across the Susquehanna Bridge

In the early fall of September, or

It seemed like fall, we said, because the cold snap…

It's knowing that you're not

after only guessing—

The first thing that comes to mind

is a mute child with a sonar detector…

There's always more than a ghost and closed eye dream in his-

story, in the angel turning retrograde to face the sun.

Beyond my room, nuns in unison are vibrating at my wall.

They, in threes, strumming turns…

After wandering for so many hours up

and down looking for 711 Roosevelt,

its fake gray slate siding shimmering dull

(the soft ash pads of a paw) at high noon…

Let me become

the shadow of your shadow

and after all this explaining

I'll recite insane words…

It begins with a man about to kiss air.

He imagines a face, his lids slit open.

Lips in position as though ready

for a word he can't pronounce.

Liam sings most

when I do it for him.

He feeds me words

in the Itsy Bitsy Spider…