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Five Poems
by Cynie Cory


Boat

There’s a way to see the no from here scrapes
dawn behind a pomegranate. Iced, stoned
the sky is barbed nostalgic hushed bone shapes
to the west of us shimmers the new formed
allegiance. Imaginary distance
swan song parable blue-print done. Bury

the rudder under the lover, one glance
escapes from shore -- A lonely row -- to France.


There Are Illuminated Signs Throughout This Flight

If there’s terror in the sky I want you
in it. Could be the doormat, or headset --
Government of lies invades our minds -- Proof
means nothing. But fear, ah. What residence
of mice takes my tongue, my brain, my gland?
Let’s reroute the theatre that hovers

over no land. The intelligence bland
as a cocktail watered down in demand.


Chronic

The mind’s a prison, the heart’s unlocked clucks
time, holds luck out for ransom like an orange.
But I know it’s the war of love that plucks
men’s eyes. Sad ride. Handsome pride in the morgue
you never see. I myself am lacked, lost,
curbed to the parameter of nothing.

A cosmonaut semi-conducted, caught
without freefall, force of zero, unsought.


Pornographic

No wind. Just the tick of dark. The smart bomb
without a closet. Republic of hype,
I’m awake all night. Nothing news. So long
American character, complete wipe-
out. In my little room I am a page
of nothing. As winter I see that snow

is chloroform but I know the storm. Wage
no resistance, sleep inside the grenade.


Art for Art’s Sake

Who said hack up her body? Who dared? Mir-
ror lodged in the hand. Who hacked her up? One
Istanbul from Constantinople -- Sheer
words will take your luck. The road blocks are none
of your business. Like a hootenanny
without a buzz. This indecision’s bug-

gin’ me. I stand for chance in the way free-
dom fighters wreck their planes. We lose for grief.