L.S. Klatt
Two poems
PERIPATETIC
The pine threw down its needles
The squirrel played in a pile
What a strange response
to the loss of tingle
Spine cannot budge--the feet
tucked
Suppose a hunchback that foundered was found
to be a pole, bipolar
Yea, humpback in the flammable sea
yea, pin-cushion with pikes
RHAPSODY IN GRACKLE
Like a piano hinge
the door of his belly swings
he titters
a pinecone hemorrhages
The bomb goes dumb
& he can't steer it
nor can caw emancipate the good seed
all he can foresee is sequin
or sentinel
The weeping bombardier woos
his propaganda
the notes he puffs can't sing straight
another hellfire cone
another iridescence of grey light
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