poems by James Croal Jackson

Travels

 

Tell me your wildest

vacation fantasy. There,

we will visit our home.

 

I dream of caves–

stalagmite fingerprints.

The drop, the black bat,

 

meat. There,

we’ll forget light

and its animal skin.

 

 

 

Aisle

 

 

You say you.

I say I.

 

You say bell.

 

They say

 

 

flowers

father

mother

blossom

music

ring

 

finger

 

wing

 

this spring. these strings.

 

 

 

 x (miss)

 

sunlight

 

was

dust

through open window

 

hardcover

books    wrapped

beneath  a  plastic

tree

 

gifts like that

 

we did not open

 

 

 

Mid

  

Driving across the B-flat of Kansas

with burnt-out headlights (mountains

over whereabouts, gone)– you, the knife,

will cut zeroes in my nose,
twist failure into void,
invest no thought in
tap, twist, snap.

 

 

 

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