Monday, March 17, 2014

poem || Jeff Harrison

Cinnamon Constellations

citizen fragrances cathedral amorphous
swan drink, sharp new stunning
& happy, I get scrupulously after narrative
so green painterly speaking failure
explosions like shore dissolving lava falcons
drifting all to harbor, this the sentence
acknowledges gingerly, whitecaps easily
purchased, along with malted fevers
what vanished -- voice rare, island-famous?
a splotch to end pier, struck bobbing buying
during decades when portholes speak little
determine thimble work in the ago lounge
the shop-green knows who admires parody-taking
to say nothing of cinnamon constellations

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