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Two
Poems
by Clayton
A. Couch
Wore
it. Could crack
blinker. She belief or
canker health crystal.
Movies and Satans,
plus attention drip
sad spree. Damn.
Cuckold. Smock atop
me dreary. Baskets
onward, so trendy.
My dear, hurts a
following, which
buffets sickening.
A goner. A creek
broadcast slick rocks.
To this, toast quiz.
No not now. And this is what I taught you to tell
me about, where the shotguns and lingering blades
rescue thorough from haphazard. Down there, I
heard you talking about me. I couldn't believe what
they said when the street filled up with bad golfers
and white hats. The same thing we saw on TV is
what happened when that old southern fathead ran
the leatherbound leg. Houses hide in Sunday news.
All this glorious blue, and shadows pour out shapes
across the pavement. I still said happy birthday.
Clayton A. Couch works as a reference librarian
at two Asheville, NC-area community colleges and as a review columnist
for Library Journal. His first full-length poetry collection,
Familiar
Bifurcations, was published as a free e-book in 2004 by Finland-based
xPress(ed), and Artificial Lure, a print chapbook, was released
by Effing Press in 2005. Moria Poetry will publish his second collection,
Letters of Resignation, in 2006. His poems have recently appeared
in The Alterran Poetry Assemblage, Call: Review, Cannibal, milk
magazine, Wherever We Put Our Hats, Verse, and wire sandwich.
From 2001-05, he edited and published the poetry e-journal sidereality,
and currently, he maintains a weblog called Humming
to Itself. |
