Honestly, Abe
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Poem for my Invisible BirdA Poem by Honestly, AbeWritten in response to (my favorite poet) Craig Arnold's poem titled "Bird Understander." |
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ThirtiethA Poem by Honestly, AbeI throw frames to the ground when I writeWatching the glass shatter and melt into a puddle, turningThe timeline of perfect lives into the indecipherab.. |
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Sense of PlaceA Poem by Honestly, AbeMy home is a stone bowl filled with blanketsThat I snuggle into when I’m alone, and homeAnd smuggle my favorite things, too: crayonsThe Phantom .. |
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Fence LizardA Poem by Honestly, AbeI stepped over and then stepped backTo bend at the knees and look closerAt the lizard with a torn tail and closed eyesSo (like anyone) I prodded his b.. |
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Medusa and HeraclesA Poem by Honestly, AbeShe’s got a hundred sultry eyesFlickering like old swamp lampsStanding waist deep in still lakewaterHer spider leg fingers clutch his cellphoneB.. |
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Seashells and Owls' EyesA Poem by Honestly, AbeThe underside of seashells flickers cold colorsLike the blue of a November lakeGreen and lighthouse gray, (but for me wholly) the exact-Yellow that ow.. |
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ApolloA Poem by Honestly, AbeHe is of the sun, and so he is not by naturePermitted to be dark, or blue, or lucklessOr mysterious like the woods where his twinSprings from oak to p.. |
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LobstersA Poem by Honestly, AbeWe snuggle into our shellsHardening every dayAnd all anyone ever seesAre the titanic claws we exposeWe would savor well nakedRaw and buttered to taste.. |
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Ode to MusingA Poem by Honestly, AbeMuse I make my homeSettling myself around youIn a purple stone bowl-It fills faster than I can photographA distinct moment andI lord over a brea.. |
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Spirit Of HomeA Poem by Honestly, AbeWe are the spirit of homeFireplace and cotton rugsCandles and the blue glareOf the televisionIt hasn’t been turned off for days nowWe smoke, eat.. |
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