Saturday, August 10, 2013

Gregory Liffick- Three Poems


MISS
 
Almost
too pretty
to
believe
in a
small
town.
The stork
had
overshot
by a
couple
of
counties.
Like D-Day,
had
to find
the spot
where the
order
of things
had meant
her
to land.
 
 
TECHNICOLOR
 
Wore
mismatched
clothes
as if
he was
in on
the joke.
Color blind.
His mother,
drunk and
bored,
had
enjoyed
the show.
Never
told him.
No one
else
since
had chosen
to end
the
spectacle's
long run.
 
 
OASIS
 
The bus
was a
moving
lie.
All sat
quietly,
as if
peace
were
normal
in the
city.
Only
the drunk
man,
bruising
the air
with his
smell,
stuck
a pin
in the
bubble
of pretend
calm.

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