Jeff Burt — The Monarch Review
Three Poems – Jeff Burt
Thursday, May 25, 2017 13:08 — 0 Comments
Sunflower I wanted you to know that I have read your rants, the scrawled graphite on torn pieces of newspaper, seen you pawing through loose papers like a bear over blueberries, your life in two soiled duffel bags dragged like cloth dolls, jotted demented phrases disconnected from each other and reality, euphoric exclamations about finding shoes at the bottom of your legs, socks to boot, these miniature ragged texts your Van Gogh self-portrait pouring out of an old dirty backpack. While others post on sites offering intimacy to a thousand connected friends you pin your scrap and scribbles on public […]
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
