I may after leaving you walk quickly or even run :: matthea harvey
Rain fell in a post-romantic way.
Heads in the planets, toes tucked
under carpets, that’s how we got our bodies
through. The translator made the sign
for twenty horses backing away from
a lump of sugar. Yes, you.
When I said did you want me
I meant me in the general sense.
The drink we drank was cordial.
In a spoon, the ceiling fan [...]
Posted at 11:07 pm on November 10, 2009 | Comments Off | Filed Under: poems | Tagged: matthea harvey | read on
always on the train :: ruth stone
Writing poems about writing poems
is like rolling bales of hay in Texas.
Nothing but the horizon to stop you.
But consider the railroad’s edge of metal trash;
bird perches, miles of telephone wires.
What is so innocent as grazing cattle?
If you think about it, it turns into words.
Trash is so cheerful; flying up
like grasshoppers in front of the reaper.
The [...]
Posted at 6:35 pm on November 9, 2009 | Comments Off | Filed Under: poems | Tagged: ruth stone | read on
