petro c. k. 


Before Greenhouses, Fields 

After
autumn mist 
and a star 
some slept in a 
thunderstorm
We have to know today
how much tinier you are 
dealing with this loneliness 
We will have written 
a bunch of questions 
about our dead planet



Inside the Hippo Campus

Drywall 
to the sea 
writing a few more examples 
of how to deal with hardship 
the door left behind 
Listening to the edge of absences 
in my head 
against the floor 
and then repeats 
beginning 
to make the most of it 



Rubbing the Shore

under the bridge 
abridged 

the camera
vaticanates the sky 

it will see you 
on a soul of mine

shed of echolalia 
aortic for yards 

it was clearly teeming 
with galaxies

post 
hummus 



Issue of Soon 

get cloudier 
getaways
hygrometered hedges 
kiting from the river 
smooths over my head 
get back into rest 
hushed bugs



Because and all that Alone

At the height of the day 
leave it to the clouds 
before the horses 
leave the door 
to your bed
open

petro c. k. lives in the aggressive greenery of Seattle, but lets no moss grow on him. He started seriously writing just this year and his poems have already been published in dozens of eminent journals. Influenced by surrealism and dada, the poems presented here have been created in part by using predictive text.

 
 

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