Chris Forhan

(1959 - / Seattle, Washington)

Chris Forhan Poems

1. Gouge, Adze, Rasp, Hammer 1/13/2003
2. A Child's Guide to Etiquette 3/19/2012
3. Last Words 3/19/2012
4. Billet-Doux 3/19/2012
5. Vanishing Act 3/19/2012
6. My Almost-Daughter, my Nearly-was Son 3/19/2012
7. Late Meditation 3/19/2012
8. Prayer's Before Sleep 3/19/2012

Last Words

The night sky's a black stretch limo, boss in the back
behind tinted glass. You could say that.

Down here's a dungeon, up there's the glittering
ring of keys in the sentry's fist. The self

exists. Beauty too. But they're elsewhere.
You could say that. Or not speak till commanded to.

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