John Ashbery leans against a wooden fence Wind on his white oxford Born in a New York farmhouse in the distance by a stand of maples 3 Poems on shelf, and more I don’t read so much as live with Carver’s ashtray Williams purses his lips, draws in his eyebrows Stacked on the left—bills toContinue reading “East Wall Bedroom: A Study”
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In the Fall We are There to Stay
Paper writing turns so kind A familiar mad chatter racing to the left side of the page I think you see outside the tenement walls of verse, I think you fly Soar margins soar FreshContinue reading “In the Fall We are There to Stay”
Wed, July 9, 1998 at Folsom Coffee Shop
Sitting at counter man with beard and ponytail who was here yesterday here again having homefries eggs over easy (#5) Large ice tea with two Equals dressed in work shirt (Russ) with paper “Beartooth Beer” ball cap— AH my cherry pie and coffee at a quarter to eight just arrived I open one Grade AContinue reading “Wed, July 9, 1998 at Folsom Coffee Shop”
Poem Written in Sleep
Observe the fool who having heard the clownly hooves is moved to stir glancing windoward, he smiles picks up the phone and dials A tunely call to roll a pleasant blurb
Mountainbiker’s Prayer
I like to be undressed at the Subaru’s hatch, pulling on shorts and peering into the woods for trails and sounds of life and signs of riding. To lube chain and dial-in brakes, shifting, saddle height, alone at the trailhead or with buddies, talking smack, sneaking a hit, stretching legs. To attack the trail andContinue reading “Mountainbiker’s Prayer”
Deathbed of Realism
Superchum iron rats on grapes and postcards Sometimes, my oral china virgin, I read in the dark haunted house I could aim, but not now dusty and preoccupied with my childhood
Villanueva With Pine Beetles
Look into me when you need me even as my fears crawl stiff-legged in exoskeletons Look into me when you need me red lights flash in the trees and a faint dispatch squawk or maybe a buzzing from within light in this Villanueva cabin Rachel, look into me when you need me french doors’ thinContinue reading “Villanueva With Pine Beetles”
Early Snow Boulder
Snow hunched trees framed in a wooden window porch Leafy cold mounds distributed evenly weigh down limbs What childhood nights turned under nubby covers snagging dry hands? First solitudes buried beneath America’s blue day Yellow aspen leaves under new snow
Are We Lovers Aided
Are we lovers aided by a lot of what used to be? Tell all your stories and dance around don’t be fooled you’re on solid ground for it’ll open wider yawn as we aspire, then where the hell are we? Should love be to save two? Now who knows who’s blue? Concurrence is deranged lookingContinue reading “Are We Lovers Aided”
Empty Fear
1 Adhere to words’ haste a parasite darkening the host Adhere lost sentence naming image— how narrowing, the name Adhere! Ancient treasure lies Adhere wasted words
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 