Four Poems
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by Jay Goldin
directions ignore deride reject exclude destroy repeat behind closed doors then those tightly controlled evenings behind closed doors night coming on like a jolt or a shot of poisoned whiskey anyway what was the point? you keep forgetting but still certain things have to be done and a way has always been found... later the stars rule a sky the moon's been banished from nothing to see here, nothing to know for silent friend and shapeless foe rectangle something always stops you -- a relative to consider, a country still to visit, a friend yet to be made, an undiscovered book or play; so all of that, and all the past, counterpoised against rectangular gray-silver with one side blunted to make it safe and the other side promising a journey at no charge no, not today and not next year, but tucked away inside a drawer and in your mind an escape plan you can use after scratching in who out vertical cares a strokes to final for read message anyone it third rail the apparition of these faces in the crowd petals on a wet black bough evaporation of these faces in the crowd petals on a wet black bough evaporation of bruised faces in the crowd petals on a warped black bough eviscerations of bruised faces in the crowd petals on a scorched black bough eviscerations of fused farces in the crowd petals on a scorched black bough eviscerations of fused farces in a shroud petals on a scorched cracked bough eviscerations of fused farces in a shroud battles on a scorched racked drowned eviscerations of fused farces in a shroud brittled on a scorched racked drowned eradications drowned the apparition of these petals in the crowd faces on a wet black bough Jay Goldin's work spans poetry, fiction, reviews, and photography. |