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Two Poems


Mark Bibbins

And Further, More.

         

          The bumblebees headline, windjerked,

                      blunt—more boredom under

 

           honeysuckle. Twilight

       was designed for us to happen

 

         within it, so move me with your motorik,

           your jugular mien. 

 

                 [lone river martin in a tree

        or thousands churning

 

a black Borealis over the water—

choose one or choose both] 

 

       We come to believe we behaved

      appropriately, but what

 

          do we know, we’re only

           envelopes indicating the very things

 

                     we were meant to obscure.

                    In the Tiergarten I met

 

           you at the appointed bridge,

       yet the stream was narrow

 

            enough to step across. 

                   A tattered moth

 

                   followed us around

                      for hours so we named it

 

               Got Creamation, then changed it

             to Blood Escaping My Hands.

 

 

 


from Forcefield

 

                with mistook eyes

 

                            I didn’t notice you

 

 

underneath

 

       a newly minted paramour

 

 

 

 

you wound up

 

wired and weird    on your

      precipice 

 

 

 

 

 

               then fell

 

 

 

 

 


  so the oddest of all books

 

is glass

 

 

 

                      of all animals

 

he-who-lives-a-thousand-miles

 

 

 

 

and what we did

 

               [together]

 

 

 

nothing

 

   [and never]

 

 

 

almost

 

 


                   from here the fjords

 

       wrinkle together

 

 

 

 

everyone wants to roll down

 

                 the sides

 

 

 

blissful          we hand away

 

                        our teeth

 

 

[how we let ourself plunge

 

                                 and

 

                                     plunge]