Keith Higginbotham


Mothers of America

Talk Catches

dusky || feet shut not

(hat overturned isolate (one
               gun garden
               gentian
               sentence all table of
               clean
               blemish)

under better || looked word-inch
               choir
                              value)

supply ovation world


Piledriver

The star’s
warden’s
hard mountain look-alike

snuffed,
confined to dark in the
latest

movie wheel to Norfolk.

Waiting for somebody:
waiting is fat
& violent,

highway’s a nailed
door.

Think guava boys, think
heaven stores sliding
under stars ninja stars & spokes.


I See A Long Journey

Rust Facts, 2012

You’re like,
                feathered—
snare-haired, like
the whole
world blowing
owls parading or
                nothing-
ness afraid of a sitting
duel.

There’s rotted
wine on
                confessional
TV cubes gone, like
robotic in the rabid
banishment

like a white revolution
unprobed,
a food ploy
like plagues of
hung streets.


Protection

Keith Higginbotham is a poet and visual artist whose work has recently appeared or is forthcoming in A-Minor, Apocrifa, Bravehost Poetry Review, Hipster Jesus Unicorn, Moria, and red lightbulbs. He is the author of Calibration (Argotist, 2011), Theme From Next Date (Ten Pages Press, 2011), Prosaic Suburban Commercial (Eratio Editions, 2010), and Carrying the Air on a Stick (The Runaway Spoon Press, 1995). He lives in Columbia, SC.

 
 
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