Poetry Andrew Bartels — May 27, 2014 10:49 — 0 Comments
Two Poems – Andrew Bartels
EQUINOX
dress returns as apple blossoms
above the path
green against white
brass pin fitted to its groove
the door clicks open
down the hallway, into the kitchen
open water, the skyline
reflected a marble slab
in unnatural wavelengths
shipping crate gripped in chains
moving vertically, we forget
all conceptions of latitude
Ground-heat warms the organs
Sea-heat wavers like an aura
Sky heat works on the head first
narrowing into tenuous isthmus
the Caribbean glistens
the Pacific bulges
RESTAURANTS
Now a thick cloud layer insulates
the leaves stuck fast
or else a gust of wind
might dismantle Crown Heights
this vacancy is temporary
plastic flowers
from an outdoor speaker
I have made the daily ballet
sustain a population
now it’s raining I think
the oak tree’s branches black
I’d love a drink
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