Pete Mason — The Monarch Review
Two Poems – Pete Mason
Monday, June 1, 2015 12:22 — 0 Comments
BRIGHAM ROAD AND THE FOLLOWING SUMMER At the clinic they gave you a paper bag of pills and none of us opened our mouths on the drive home. Our apartment full of flies born in empty beer bottles that were left by the fridge. Black tape hanging like streamers from the ceiling to gather tiny bodies in with some chemical pretending to be sugar enough to lick. You took the ultrasound from the nightstand, packed it away as carefully as a gift. We stripped the bed to its frame, sheets and comforter put in the back of a rusting van, […]
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
