Lamont Palmer Poems
A Future If We Dare
'All that we are not stares back at what we are.' - W. H. Auden
A birthplace came back: the homeland image.
I'd left, but escapism is fiction,
when the mind is born to stand on one place
of history. Feet are nomads (independent)
on the bottom of bodies. They grasp their
own agendas, staying fixed upon the lights
of ones viewpoint; the city which resides behind the
eyes: cleftnotes rising from said cities.
There is a future and a sentimental projection,
Each one is the hard side and soft side of life,
The gazebo, ...
Pictures Of Two Brothers
Photos on a table: nearly shiny gods of reflection,
made us bow down before the small, instant altars
spread out like a sea of happy snapshots.
Can the fearful and the familiar coexist?
This is the imagined place where faces reign;
old exposures destroying the protected images.
Each inscrutable sign is in your face; the fights,
the weed, the Chevy van lost in strange street powder,