POETRY
“Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.”
you know that
baby swallows make silver ripples
in wild rivers to court reeds?
Yes I am guilty, I’m guilty. A sin was desirable then.
Bring the dancer back to the stalks.
we drove on through
the blue seal of morning as the turbines
turned and winked out their hearts
It recommended
soft porn, as gentle prodding and petting parent
to parent might calm and soothe the kid.
it’s touch-and-go with me and weddings
Do not say anything anybody else has said ever. Things are not “bleached by sun.”
and then her eyes fully opened — blazed through with strands of mud
Empty vessels
make the most sound, I think,
as you rip the fairy lights off the handrail.
and apples, mackintosh mostly, but any kind left in The Pub
at the Assisted Living Place
