You’re often beautiful but overwhelm space, showing up where you shouldn’t be: corners, cracks, dreams. You overgrow, mocking ivy. A lovely imposter trickling across the yard in need of thinning. I pull you from the beginning. Your carrot lifeline nubby and tender. It’s hard to tell your potential. Whether you would fool bugs and protect […]
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My father wants to drive. Maybe an old Lincoln, tool around town, Pipe clenched between gums. He wants to stop at a drive-thru, eat a burger if he has a mind to, listen to talk radio with a dog in the back seat. My father wants to accelerate, smoothly merge, blinkers blinking, elbow propped in
Cold as a dry cube of ice sticking to my tongue, your eyes freeze me in suspended animation, the last vestige of a misbegotten effort.
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Young titans Stretching, reaching Demanding breakthrough. Never satisfied, Chafing at human bonds. Searching to fulfill one desire: Expression of Their ultimate art, And sharing of innermost dreams.
They know the price of everything, Hatchet to rake, handsaw to lantern, Pflueger reel to Peters shell. Prices go up through the years. They always keep track. So they know what it costs To chop, to burn a pile of leaves, To let the blade drift through a plank Welling yellow sawdust, To light a
Under the nervous street light The cat crosses over stealthily Pausing at the edge Of the darker side. One eye flashes And it’s gone Into the margins. Black impregnates black The seed of a dream Behind the slumbering houses. I flutter through empty space A little man with little wings And a mouse’s tail. Suddenly