Sunday, January 31, 2016

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.
 
 

1 comment:

  1. Minimalism in conceiving a temperamentally solvent dissection of life's sublimation. Congratulations!

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