Christopher Keller Poems
|1.||Learning How And About At Clancy's Restaurant||9/13/2012|
|3.||Staring To The Bend In The River And All What You'Ll Leave Behind||9/13/2012|
|4.||There Is Your Answer, Where The Stones Are Kept||9/13/2012|
Comments about Christopher Keller
Out there, were freeways of Montana wheat fields,
and I didn't need to say anything to anyone,
rolling down the sleeves of an Oldsmobile,
leaning out of that husk with a drunken kiss on my lips,
and I could smell the blackened stalks between the stars.
And what I thought of,
was being eighty and watching a childhood friend refuse
the thin cylinders of fluid that would pause his body
while accepting May and the icicles that had begun to drip,
till there was no reason to stand beside his hospital bed.
It's what I thought of when I was sixteen and ...