Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Hugh Tribbey - Three Poems

1
ONE KNOWLEDGE 

One knowledge bemused like
His ringlet, by election.
Reversing the flank
On the weathered housetop rosette.
Played politics in the smashed shandy.
The triangle would drink a foxglove,
Loving defeat inside somewhere,
Where airship speaks
In a web through its beauticians
From chain to chain,
But its fanatic payments
Made no seraph.


***
2
HES

Hes
Of st
Of Ed
Quire
Propo
Sch
Res
The
T our
Mish
Be en
Oul
Fisc
Ns
Clas
Oma
Th
Sa
Di

***
3
A BOOM, A BAYONET 

A boom, a bayonet, oh Papa!
As passenger anonymous
Eureka, Ben, Cambodia wagons
Panthers been tabled
Waco bitter , nabob groan
Oh Hitachi, oh robot
Two webpages romantic
A monolithic panda

Rhythm pampa, a pock mark 
Hyphenated pink
A cracked Kaiser bun
A pop up axe

Cake to subvert moss
A myth which lumps hornet caps
Bank a ketchup row
To check subcork 
Keep bath towels
Keep botched robbers
Ho Hey, amulet Babcock 
Hi, Eva, maintain 
A mess, renew syrup
Subsume banquet mop after axe
Commit to camp

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Alex Salinas - Ju speak Spanish?


UNO. 

Ju speak Spanish, jes?
I looked down at my arms, 
white. 
No, I answered.  
Ju should learn Spanish, mijo,
            it’s important.
I don’t recall selling another tool that day.
Instead, I wandered the department store, the alleys of 
            memory.
Not even my own father told me to learn
            Spanish.
The customer was wrong. 
Who was he to judge if my
            tongue
was properly educated?

DOS.

Recently, I thought about his words, 
about blueprints. 
Straight white lines 
connecting, 
crosshatching 
on dark blue paper.  

TRES.

When you think about it, what blueprints are fully attuned to the rigors of
            reality?
When it comes down to it, what fathers fully understand all they must teach their
            children?