Max Dahlquist Poems
- Greenhouse Effect Your brother was a six-year old ...
- Tower Once we got outside of town, the stars grew and ...
- Wind, Or Where It Belongs The wind breathes deeper every ...
- Terminal Bleary-eyed and restless strangers sit shoulder to ...
- Omniscience I told her that I know everything. I don’t, ...
- Dust To Dust The fading light painted your face in colors ...
- The Definition Of April The world is stationary, a sunrise ...
Comments about Max Dahlquist
Your brother was a six-year old saboteur
skulking under a mattress
with a book of matches
a terminal curiosity
and an impish sort of grin
that brought panic to the eyes
of insurance agents
your house filled up with smoke
we sat and joked about the way
it dried our eyes to raisins
and because we couldn't laugh
we choked, smiling through toxic fumes
amused to death with no concerns
to weigh on our heads
our heads side-by-side
with one's fingers in the other's hair
until the heat had its way and there was none