John Courtney Poems
Two Dollar Bills
when I was a boy
it took two pieces of wood
and a leftover nail
to fly an airplane
and how I flew that sonofabitch!
up and down my street in famous aviation
seeking the revenge of knowledge
lifting off from a pothole of instant courage
crop-dusting the forbidden azaleas
undetected through the bumblebees
spinning cuteness under skirts
the big bomb delivered
on the head of the dragon
barking dog biscuit fire
yesterday I saw a man
on his way to Boston
from the middle of Pennsylvania
his skin was pink surgery
and his limp was fake and ...
the marrow inside you might say,
'lose the cliffs' and only in human void
will be truth gone where truth will go,
whether or not the ocean is swallowing
the land or the land eating itself.
your bones think, at first, 'I'm traveling for free'
inside this body, free of sound and beauty
and blood growing hair.