Metro poems I. "Art Museum"Metro poems by ~ATrueNorseman
modern persian miniature on white leaflets;
a maze for lab ants.
II. "Kaiser in Paris"
a deadbeat in front de Franche-Comté;
patents for toilet paper.
III. "in Dingle"
the earliest casualties drowned at night,
driftwood in wilted, Irish fields.
IV. "The Mistake"
August 27 2012, an elephant awoke;
in Tampa, Florida.
~MK
Child of the cityA crushed apple led the new yorkerChild of the city by ~ATrueNorseman
to notice that only half destroyed
he could feed his dog off the sidewalk
another bum lost his dinner
to the fittest animal on the streets
but grabbed the dog for the night
weeks from home, and food appeared
everywhere, gifts flew out of windows
and he felt the city save him
on his ass in whisky, she threw shit
out her window, like a stray cat
he was unwanted and waiting
for things to slow down
the shinny red toy was his son's
and crushed in the middle of the road
he couldn't decide what to do anymore
only the dog was left outside
licking the ground in memory
of some food left in the road
I am not a poet, I'm a scientistWhen I look at the sunset draw outI am not a poet, I'm a scientist by ~ATrueNorseman
between the stratus clouds
I know there's going to be the orange sky
melting into the blue night sky
just the same as any other day
With high stratus clouds
I know it will get dark
and I know the cold will bring a fog
above a still heated earth along a dry coast
populated with trees or factories ripely brewing
I trust the dew has begun at 5
when the heated atmosphere drifts miles
into the sea, forming storms for no one
the type of dew from a rainless day
speckled with oils of debris and dry air
I've lived for days without opening an eye
and never missed a beat of the gulls
stealing fries fro
How to nail a coffina virgin piece of silver and welt woodHow to nail a coffin by ~ATrueNorseman
solemn and square, four inches apart
as a hand from the ear
each oath pound the gavel down a nail
every gunshot horned to the hollowed pine
echoed across the oldest river
where cross men wade and tread afriend
to its black, vaulted banks
the coroner's tools, the town jewels
nightly tapping at the nape of fears
leaked between the ears and fingers
clasped on the letters of the law
the dust trailed his hammer like holy water
and the people cheered, and cheered
~MK
Sta.sh
I hope you're well. <3