poetry: results 721–735 of 735
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—
to the hard surfaces,
of my own mouth.
2 December 2001
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…