2 Poems

Oh Universe

Twittering Atlas triggered his handgun. Dark turned street lamp, on and off as light insists.  The milksop whined big bang wasn’t loaded. Before water cycle, horny nudges,              Explosions seeds!                          Science love! The suede impassive, the good lay, words grooving in worn ruts,              any less blasted less                          splendid less divine? January First to filch sense, first to fetch me arms of pears.  First suckle flittered hummingbird.  First word tattered air.  Scrap heap songs, fat armed songs. Slow me hearth. I’ll fetch potatoes. I’ll skin my sense. Slow me heart. Scrap her latch tatting fire, her sentences humming as air.  Damped hearth. Scrap heap flittering. I can’t sing.  First gone, first cast off, first heart.

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