Poetry Matthew Fee — July 18, 2013 11:49 — 2 Comments
Two Poems – Matthew Fee
A HISTORY OF MADNESS
So everything seemed in order once again, and the
giant squid propelled himself slowly and majestically
through the depths. In the abstract, I love you. Birds fly
by the power of physics. He meets a train in the man.
The story was too short to tell. The winged word flew
from office to office, wave to wave. A scholar arrives,
his arms full of bottles. “Have you informed the
police?†There he sat, huddled up like a child. This is
not a test, says Bill. A stranger knows everyone. The
president returns to the city of his birth. Benjamin
Franklin did not invent lightning. An ocean is not a
beverage. Each tree stands by other trees and never in
stillness. My father jumps out of the sea again and
again and again. A mailman delivers the mail.
A HISTORY OF DREAMS
I did not expect to feel love when I looked inside the
mouth of the bat. A wandering interval, a readymade
tear. We live in a world of light blue police. My father
works as a professor of the law. The term light
sometimes refers to electromagnetic radiation of any
wavelength, whether visible or not. Crowds assemble
on the plain, I am saying a prayer on the radio. He
wakes up in the same place and with the same feelings.
My map is clean and unlabeled. All day, he divides the
sheep from the rocks. No, I say, that is my father.
America falling into silent winter afternoons, rain
everywhere in the forests of Pennsylvania. A wagon
rolls on through the desert. Each word contains its own
containment. Looking around you, he sees you.
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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
THIS POET IS SUCH A GENIUS
Nice job, Matt. Your poems always make me think.