Showing posts with label poem 4. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 4. Show all posts

Driving to Montreal

How godlike are these massives

Rising like the beat of bass drums

From the murmur of snowy plains

I don't know how to pray anymore

But the mountains don't seem to care

Shadowing my shadow with obvious sacred.

 

steam valves

our house has been too cold for a year
this year colder than last
but i did my research
i will fix these radiators
while you sit on the beach in your sunhat
i'll fix this old house
little ol' me
the radiator fixer
you'll come home with your tan
wondering what you were running from

Safe As Houses, Warm As Milk

The only way to do it
is the hard way,
to keep pressing ahead
kicking up dust
so I can be ignored behind
with the wet cloth.

80 years the barnacles of
improvements clinging
to the house, someone comes by
or a double act
stresses me out
and I forget of the barnacles before.

Which valve shuts off what,
what has me scrubbing squid ink
off the ceiling,
or panting, rocking back and forth
on the floor idly picking
at the sides of the hull.