Mark Lamoureux
Mountainaxiom
Snow's blue because the sky is,
the sun's forgotten how you got here;
at the top of the mountain lampposts
are still taller than men.
Dogs climb not up but around.
A stream flees a peak.
Only tourists ask the way up.
No-one asks the way down.
Harbor
Turn on the faucet
to sleep with the sound
of watertune the radio to static
to listen to the dreams
the boats havepoems are 1
chopstick someone whisper
me what the other
chopstick issun honey on the swiftly
melting snowthe many waters harbor
boats the snow’s
harbored trash & salt
all along
Epilogue
Kissed drunk over
wood floors can't
even feel
the sweep of a leg but
for ghosts' eyes
airless blue in all of the air
android heart
still beats in a jar
she's wearing a necklace
of my fingers digitless
hands smoke
cigarettes at 1 AM
walking through puddles
with a goon squad tears
& billy clubs
I am your baddest ass
& rain kiss me again
at home betrayal licks
the walls high
on paint fumes
in a corner
the brush waits
for turpentine
under the summer
sun let my god
be erasure, red wine
given way
to pintglass murk
bomb the bass
the heart is dead
but the body lives
feckless anesthesia
the dolphin in the sea
of tinctures
a lock of hair burning
in a vacuum
a truce unsealed
speak seven special words
backwards
& reattach my arms
I need them to swim