Krys Malcolm Belc — The Monarch Review
Three Poems – Krys Malcolm Belc
Monday, May 23, 2016 13:06 — 1 Comment
seven and a half years in philly. for seven years now philadelphia drivers have been trying to kill me. at first i thought it was cause i was a queer. i would walk hand in hand with anna and they’d be born suddenly, bruised pontiacs, new cadillacs, jeeps, minivans, breathless metal missionaries. on 45th street i’d look helplessly into the coffee shop across from my apartment for a witness. everyone looked down. then i had a round-faced, solemn baby. drivers still had my number. he had my wife’s eyes and they still tried to mash him like potatoes. we left […]
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
