20100128

Evan Harrison


Para el oído oscuro de Vallejo
     after “Heces”

It’s a tar day, you wave a coma noon; carry no
tangled onus, devolve, veer, core a sun.

It’s a tar day, a dual say. Poor can know a desire.
This day graced a pain; this day dab your hair.

It’s a tar day in Lima, you waver. You’re a quarter
lost, carve air as cruel as day, miss ingratitude;
may blackened day, a loose brace, hew a map
of mass fairly, say too “No solace, I see.”

Missive lent as florescent egress; elaborate and
ignore, maybe dreaded; entrench or glance ill.
Upon the rail, silent odes on shuddering need
connote less came on to sell pounds of denial.

Poorest, it’s a tar day, coma noon, convey
co-nesting bruises, co-nesting core a son.

The others pass on and even doom interest in
too many, pour quotidian
inhalant, rupturing already haunted, dull ore.

It’s a tar day, you wave, you waver much. No
tangled onus, devolve, veer, core a sun.


People Walk in a Row Wearing Masks

Face one:
               I understand our condition
Face two:
               Put country first with plastic cement
Face four:
               A matter of digging connectedly reading the right shit
Face six:
               Passionate about appraisal restoration shellac
Face seven:
               Fortune ate a worked-over slab
Face nine:
               Central Center Center
Face ten:
               Soul as effigy gestural hocked
Face eleven:
               Digital holdings as in fingers
Face twelve:
               I want a tangible image by which to remember
Face thirteen:
               Cusp mapping bone tossing
Face fourteen:
               Heartburn as lifestyle
Face fifteen:
               Husky analogies to chess
Face sixteen:
               I recommend the leather margins
Face seventeen:
               My car is like my first home
Face nineteen:
               Everything seduces
Face twenty:
               I get it



Evan Harrison is a student at The Center for Writers at the University of Southern Mississippi in Hattiesburg. He previously lived in Greensboro, North Carolina. His poems have appeared in Corradi.

 
 
 
 
previous page     contents     next page

 

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home

Powered by Blogger