Poetry — June 2, 2011 15:13 — 1 Comment

Clearance – Daniel Romo

We’re buying bullets like a blowout sale in Baghdad. We use blood for our currency. I’m missing an arm; you stole my pocketknife. Did the nerves dance like rhythmic cilia while you whittled away? Dangle like long division? Through the scope I saw centuries. Sanctity. Civilians. We are the uninformed fuse of a smart bomb, the tint of Shiite prophecies, of mustard gas, of tarnished Heavens. The sand has stolen our mothers. We choke on our fathers’ pocket watches. We cough up pints of tens and twenties.


Daniel Romo is an MFA candidate at Queens University of Charlotte, but represents the LBC. His first book of poetry, Romancing Gravity, is forthcoming from Pecan Grove Press. More of his writing can be found at danielromo.wordpress.com

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What am I?

Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney