Having read his Selah I clearly looked and found some more of his work – and I have just ordered another offering – this is the sign of a poet I really enjoy – a clear and exciting voice.
One poem …
On My Case
First, the instrumentals: hi-hats, dirty bass,
and a theme I lean back to on a gloomy Sunday.
Then, the book I’ll never read again: my mind too stacked
to reach for the shelf, my spine too slack to give it away:
there are endings and there are endings.
I have a big heart on one of the two Valentines cards I left
unsent. The cellophane wrap reads: blank on the inside.
I’ll leave them be, like the unspent Euros lining the pen pot
with other foreign objects: hollow pen lids; broken buttons.
I’ll leave them
like my headphones, hanging
on the end of a nod, plugged into nothing
but this Sunday and the shadows
and the phone that rings and rings
and knows I won’t pick up.
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