Marty Hebrank

 

 

 

Blind Overture

 

Increasingly voluptuous

range blindly
onto your property.

For you, being sightly.
Headlights sampling green

circus music seemed right
for those limited circles.

A cart, an engine
dependent on the contoured landscape

mostly lists.

Pull one stake from the shadows
the groundskeeper would have to slog through

those external circumstances,
plucking a minor tune out
near the bauble lights.

Sand-trap. Water-trap. Shadow-trap.

When I put my flesh to your lips
the first time.

Shush the air. Smite it. Push it down flat.

It’s a development then.

Bends in
tenderly to teach.

 

 

 

Bernard

 

250 words
made him plural again,
wrongly.

No more
be brought to
beauty,

ruin
themes that would be

side-by-side

I cried five times during the
correction,

the birds rubbed all along their bodies.