uutpoetry:
Thursday Tumblr Poetry
June 13, 2013
Two parishes collide in Johnson City Tennessee
and a 15-man gang beats up a cyclist in Washington DC.
The assistants of myriad departments vacate
in blind vacation mode toward the salons and parlors
while an amazing new doctor leads football players
toward the historic jazz part of town
where Ted Hughes laid down his love, a ghost,
worshiping the paprika of elevated mankind.
Soon dust will seize the frame we call “the world”
and artists will tackle the curvature of earth
in a new way, using holograms and redesigned skins
that light up in the atmosphere like Istanbul
throbbing harder than Tiresias.
I peel eggs patiently for ten minutes
before realizing that hail is magic
already raining invisibly above our heads.
art by J 0 2 e
