ISSUE  1   2   3   4   SUBMIT

Two Poems


Cedar Sigo

Daybreak Star


   Twice wrongly accused,

I had wandered into the booth

  to be alone.

      Every morning

the black sunrise,

         gay shame awards,

           I write more letters...

          suspicion is heightened

                 by the wording

           & my ability to relax.

        I shall be made

              thy music

since I shut the doors

                 on this

            holy room,

just got a big fine

       leather chair

           & copy of FORTUNE

      (I've worked all my life.)

     had stumbled off

from the lighthouse

                   & had my choice,

          more rooms

  than I had time,

       It was one of my best comes.

     Identical

             to such new luxury,

  the marsh banks

keep it small, I appreciate

     its stable & its manor

   its drowned exile, flight

to what restless longing...

              The films & tapes

     & cinemascopes

I screened all together

       & typed out a list

     THINGS I FIND EXTINCT.

The audience, my own

        a higher order

                      with whom

  I would consent to learn,

    read, converse, never this building

           a replica world.

         This is my test

        of the ink, the privacy

           in composition prized.







A Gallows  Garden

 

                                

                             The tree has grown

                                            between

 

                             the window &

                                           its bars

 

 

                 SAD SERVANT

                       OF THE INLAND SIDE

 

                                                    

                                                   gold leaf

 

                                                       bound in vellum

 

 

                                   Desiree Justina Fields

 

                            You taught me

                                                   the lower case

 

 

                                         ā€œLā€

 

                                                  serves for the

 

                                                      number one

                               

                       if it seems missing again

                                       

                                                          (COPY MACHINE)

 

                                     Alluvial Plains

                                                                    Here in this hotel

 

                    upon which I typed

                    earlier drafts from DEATHRACE

 

       A SCRAP OF PAPER & OTHER POEMS

 

asealingold

 

                                    I have yet to see.