water hydrant bursts
on my street too close to home
lockdown 6.1
Category: Uncategorized
Published in Rabbit – A Journal for Non-Fiction Poetry
Edition 37 – Collaborations
the armed guard is dressed
in 19th century floral
pink stilettos peeking in
a shadow of layered petticoat
folds separate the women
from the men and the young
paper coiled into tubes
a black helmet
upside down nests
a crossed smile
umbered and chained
to feet of an old plastic doll
an ivory cat reflecting
on painted boards
sky holes gaping
through serrated mesh
the flag wooden is tacked
to the white wall broken
in new foundations
bought tolled and taxed
in four limbs around an oval
man cerated
edges framed
and falling to cedar
expanding in triangular
their shadows white
footprints amidst
a maroon sea
the light of ceiling
soaked in a leaking flood
arial footed
lines pasted to the floor
a small diamond window hidden
in the belly of outside
After ‘A Beautiful Young Nymph Going to Bed’ by Jonothon Swift
Sugar granules sink in foam
on a table where Sappho is
stuck between pages
preening Ovid’s Amores.
A fall happens,
coffee spills on swift shoes,
a copy of ‘Men’s Health’
splays on concrete.
Behind him, a little black dress
in a window with accessories,
gifts, and a stack of books
titled ‘Freedom’.
With translation on his lips,
he mouths something
about Gulliver, wiping
liquid from the city street.
Saying nothing in return,
Corinna picks up her empty cup,
cures her hair with a pin
and eyes the messy magazine.
Apostrophe driven on bittersweet,
she turns to the sky,
O cloudy context fold in,
this battlefield is yesterday’s bleach.
linen strips
a stain for a head
flowers cut into an imperfect circle
becopoetry 