1. whale bones w hisper to butterflies
whale bones deporting oceans capillaries fl ee
the hall flower frozen in dead heat compost
tangles from 3-d. building memory’s awkward
trance l eft thumb mar ks.
distance painting behind ion.s and running
forward is. the future. confusing foam
chemicals crude hearts sucking on a joint. sliced
into meat emptying out of m irrors
a tene ment with. 50 in visible bodies.
drawing out hunger is. the war
drinking its d eath. th.in embroidered
togeth.er talk through b one. whistles a game
must be. guessed only with ze roes visible.
bouncing on a nimal crackers syringes float. in
lef.tover circles oceans you own time
simmering in the pot with its 1: 30
face. never going away where b utterflies hide
blue in hands. from another controls
the voice s of whale. bones whistle departure.
2. why
the moon justifies
the square id
the body in motion
the land
dropped
the blood spoke
why
moving the dust
and seeds practice
after women imagined
silver in graves
unearthed in faces
and voices
of water
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3. painting crows
it made bright green noise
a crow waiting for the bus
a short poem hiding in the mirror
i left my tongue behind
filled the day with chances
at 2 am before time let go
you were a remainder
you took me apart
time lead us to the dead
to an endless amusement
dull and stupid shook their hands
there is no time left
other birds with ink trace the crows
The hero was last seen in the landscape
the story held gravity
details stuck to their faces
from bored meat
home from the monastery
slept without dreams
veins bubbled up in the water
life depends on one table
fleeing with candles
no one waited
the dark road was made into a movie
heroes complained
getting lost and then found was critical
the old women who woke up every morning
with death in their hair
kisses hallucinating from their lips
great to see these vibrant poems from Mary Kasimor. What a rich treat for me. Thanks! Sheila
ReplyDeleteSheila, Months later, I see your response. Thank you so very much. Mary
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