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, ...
Suicide In An Old House
Death surrounds us with blatant arms.
A sanitation worker dies and no one
cares, but banshee phones striking at midnight,
summoning the equally unknown people
to altars of rancor and resignation.
What do they do but recognize a human
in the grip of edgy, illegible lives,