April 07, 2008

please advise stop


it was once believed that metals grew in the earth the way plants fill air stop

skin of my fingertips pulling itself taut to receive sensation stop

this stubbly, chapped rough-cloth is my passion and nostalgia stop


erecting my window to hidden faces and wrapped hands please

touch this last flash of sunset where it cracks the glass city stop

I turn into the mineral of my obsessive imagining please


floodlit in an otherwise lost memory please

an inner harbor where infected mice scuttle from ship to docked ship stop

the chord sung must be higher because I’ve gone to roof’s edge to sing it please advise


—Rusty Morrison


This poem first appeared in the web journal COCONUT, #7,
the editor of COCONUT is Bruce Covey. http://www.coconutpoetry.org/

Posted by dwaber at 04:58 PM