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Michael Jashbery I'm starting with the man in the convex mirror
A Leaf of Me My father charts the hours. I become a twig. I'm the only kid on my school bus with rusted wings. I take up two seats. I don't want to go. My mother writes my absent notes in broken Polish. I'm loosening my collarbone. I'm lonely in my tree. The moon is a shattered kneecap, sappy and slow.
Pantheon lisping sullen on the tide a funny end to the dream vacation a nest of three joined redwood trunks speak to me in rainbows source of all our loveliness remove the veils o statues dust on a sliver of the light I am diamond-minded down a jade green velvet tunnel the perfect apple still believes in bananas o irises in the field look how they spin!
Q&A Q. How thou come aside this fizzled gristled day? A. With hatchets and cleavers, said no one ever said everyone never. A. Yet again, A. Here cometh clammy pulchritude. Hoist your items, chillun.
Poet of an Ordinary Heartbreak Who hasn't been tempted by the sharp edge of a knife? An ordinary knife cutting ordinary tomatoes on an ordinary slab of wood on an ordinary Wednesday. The knife nicks, like a bite to the soul. A reminder that what is contemplated is as real as the blood sprouting from a finger. As real as a bruised eye. Instead turn back to the meat stewing on the stove. Scrape pulpy red flesh into the heat and turn. Say: even this is a prayer. Even this.
Rot and glory Watching the fierceness of vegetables hiding among the cashy leaves. Suddenly, Ho! Santa Claus! What a plucky old fella you are. Here, have a squash. The mockingbirds resume. I mean sing, of course. It is because I asked for it, for my one present. This one. Right now. Listen.
PLUS DOME As I watch the moon wax again tonight I’m thinking of you Bubbles your trusses of riveted girders. Let’s start with autobiography. There are two distinctions I want to make My bluebook was blank now chiclets steady stream all aboard daily. Thank heavens I think it’s real. Knock knock the milkman bears reference tracing the rim a river of O. Pounding that foghorn all the way to Watsonville grape jelly in the whiffs
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Around Now Autumn. Auuuutuumnnnnn, hum the big trees silently to themselves and each other. Auuutummmmnnnn. Whish of cold breeze releases more leaves which click together softly as they land, percussing the humming. It is not a time to make noise, people. But, God love ya, you will anyway. Ah, people, ah trees. Kinfolk.
Love Poem The ancient crater lake is Brimming with burning volcanic Letters formed in its gray Sky by flocks of bees. This isn’t true, but Neither are you, dear, Budding phlox, piece of work Wrought from flesh. You’re in my Limbic system, and your Soul slumps out at me like The lingonberry tongue of a cow.
GRASS What good is it comprising myself softly as the bemused colored fish? Do I think I'm the beautiful pants? What a desolate street! Why are the swamp weeds tickling me How could I be killed if I'm the duck who wipes away the dark holes made by bullets as I continually displace energy, pulling through snowing clouds?
Upon a Time The cigarette lighter is filling up fast, oh don’t you miss those good old tapioca emails on the chocolate internet of malls? That dog won’t hunt says the real old-timer, chomping down on his vape stick, listen, there was a bird once.
Moonset At Sunrise Is burning the candle at both ends why not use commas dashes semicolons the whole lot
Fantasy of Grief You have to watch out For yourself. Your mind Does not value life. It has a taste for sweetness Beyond ripe.
Feedback Harmonica Sing like an animal do around the yard of taller things Oh look, a fruit! Breakfast almost finds face time.