poem

Operator

I emptied down a different street
and it was plotted with fallen palm fronds
and the spit of overripe oranges
pulped by car tires


My fingers wandered and found

You were the bay windows
of a house

I wetted the skin
under your eyes
and we swam in it

The bones in your face
drifted like hands too


Thunder woke and legged around
the block
We strode a little
animal to keep up

The lung of the valley collapsed
when we peeked skeletal spine and tail
through the grove-lush burial soil

We grew trees
We grew fruit
We grew the thick moist gasp

cloudtrigger

I.

and the remains of a woman who yet died at her dawn

            thunderheads;                                      

thunderheads

with                      eyes

hissing buckshot, a handful of pupils

            rolling into each other, polished

she steps into the plain, barrel-ready:

the clouds are whetted and edged

                        just below the brow, early to temple, those cheekbones adrift

                                                stirred from the fen, there is flight

how can you not be seen by the growing night

                                                              that plucks the feathers from the sky

that hides on your plate shouldered up to the bone?

                                               

she sorrys like a gunshot,

tonguing the iris to remove the wounding

II.

                                                                       

sound out ‘incisor’

            storms are hiding in words, tempests tucking in cheeks,

see

            what is swallowed

she will push down

the low pressures, driving rain

                                    like mercury, the friction-

            less, cloud-eater.

Rat God

            spit zeus

                        choke on olympus

                                                give them their fire.

Guidelines

Alright, so, this is not going to be the best thing ever, but we're gonna do with it what we can. It will work just fine. Our biggest obstacle will be the translation of form and spacing from Word Document to Blogger (Mac users, I'm sorry, but you might have to figure it out yourself). As best as I can manage, if you copy your poem directly from word into the "compose" section here, it will provide the most accurate respect to spacing and form. So, paste it on in, then click the "Edit HTML" tag at the top. You then just have to delete the beginning HTML code that looks like this:

After that, you're good to go. Best we can do for peer review is posting comments afterward, so sticking to pieces we've already seen that are now revised will be the easiest for us to take in. Ummmmmmmmmm... I think that's it. Design is shit right now, but that's hardly important. Anyway, I'll post a revised piece first. Rock and roll duders.