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 Traveling Bottle
Summoning color from a flower bed
to participate in the shadows.
An apple was happy to rot
without bones to believe in.
The moon buried itself beyond travel,
a patrolling eye on a sliver of hallway light.