3 poems || Keith Higginbotham

Disaster Batter Days Smog
 
my like whose darkness
after all sea—orbits in/out the twitter metropolis
 
neons lurch eternal promise feeling
of.
 
of time as The second;;
ogre a capillary
: here
factories wrist a laced intravenous terminal
 
like Oz-like crystal of cutting
grilles
after
favored! Monsters! hive
 
background a slang guessing
rail The
lilt: skeletal the
lake spills
 
tomorrow words purple—: to an;
climb oddities sometimes stoop a;
think glory ceiling
of
our tar a Birds Yes apply
silent; loops and
whose regard rainbows next steps
operation years mingle brambles
 
 

forbidden like America our bind

you pinecones saw out the earth’s fitting
full-moon he and came in language and people and father
 
America
am
innocents
pruned!
would this a tree transfigured under died fitting; he
filled? the globs the horizon elbow-deep
in naked and nest they carried
 
in
virus yard I
compare hay-stack
God
with begin will, would and together nothing out People he’d supermarket.
 
 
 
tattoo: in

to, cause at not
out
 
the none hay. Everyone are. the
 
all cities what gun which clearer!
 
would blowing it flash Real
activated city up
Today the there’ll
 
myself forgettable device enough the
moves else’s or forget.
just of walls spoke with the more to Today
 
us
happens to
 
the can of upstairs known—two others;
pretend rise with a comes an and hand I’d all was
 
of
 
the gun
rub light undertones dumptrucks in Blaring.
 
did
the
flailing one mean protest army the versa.