NEW! Two poems by Andrew Michael Roberts

Andrew Michael Roberts

TWO POEMS


geometry of innocence

god is dreaming.

a colony of moths

unfurls in the mind,

a fortress of trees

gowned in smoke

through which you fall

sideways, like a leaf.

at the lakeshore,

walk softly.

water sleeps.

light buzzes in

the crustaceans' brains.

the mountains

with their eyes of ice

strike out at the thunder-vaults.

egrets, egrets if they succeed:

unfolding to take the place of the sky.

all shall be showered

in otherworldly poise.

here is a throne

while you wait

made of driftwood and bone,

and your ignorance crown

for which the world wars.

-met′əbol′ik

i have enchanted a housefly
with one piano note.

dirty little captain
of the men of death,

he's caught in a frequency,
blinking his thousand
unthinkable eyes.

near-dawn. an icicle slips
from its jaw along the roofline.

now behold the gaping smile of doom.

who am i but to judge?
i drink like a king,

i have a liver going to hell,
my cells at war with me.

you stalwart mutineers.
can you arrest time? no.

the rung note dissipates.
morning hesitates,

but comes.
morning like a broken bell,

a candle in the birdcage
where the blind bird was.