Victor Clevenger- Two Poems

Bluntly

 

Love:

it is like

being

dirty and

rain drown;

sitting

beside a

dumpster

dodging

crooked-eyed

felines and alley

snakes that

creep

quickly

on the hot

ground,

as an army of lice crawl across

your eyes

and dig

a thousand

little

clawed feet

into the

glossy

surfaces

and this is

why I don't

write love

poems.

Snow Angel

 

After thirty-five

years

of

wintertime, I have

gotten

used to "getting used to", but

I still

dread

each day. It’s like sleeping

under

bedsheets

next to

a cold-legged woman with

no

desire left

in

her

breath, or her bones.