Poetry Erica Brunner — April 7, 2011 14:05 — 0 Comments
Lo Says – Erica Brunner
“Do repair.
Don’t possess.
Today trepidation is certain.
Bring white flowers
And Valium with love.
Or go to the opera
Or to the aching.
At least share the stripper.
Day cloaks the primitive body.
When out of breath
Re-frame with rapture.
The self longs to appear
But instead coughs and veers
And circles the island.
It is simple to be smart,
Or pegged to be so.
Do forget to care.
Don’t focus on stray flecks of light.â€
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,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
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
