Adrian Matejka Poems

It ends because the beginning won't jumpstart
again: red smudge of a mouth, lipstick everywhere

the afterthought a comet leaves on its way
out. What makes this moment unfold like a fine
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I lied when Pops asked, but I'll admit it now. I did touch the blue egg to see if, somehow,
it felt as much like the sky as it looked. The egg: speckled in its twiggy nest, eye level to
8-year-olds, perfect & off-limits like the Baoding balls on Pops' desk. We tried to find
its mom, but the finches scattered when we came near. One twittered the alarm from a
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That was the week
it didn't stop snowing.

That was the week
five-fingered trees fell
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In nyc, we stalked fishes
in filets of sounds: delivery
engines & ashy doors
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This sunlight on snow.

This decrescendo
of covered stumps & brush —
stop for it.
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blacks painted onto bricks & split vinyl on the East Side,
jaws as tight as window locks with the curtains drawn
& behind that diligent fabric: blacks already tucked
into homemade forts—folding chairs, wobbly backbones
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A Schwinn-ride away: Eagledale Plaza. Shopping strip of busted
walkways, crooked parking spaces nicked like the lines
on the sides of somebody's mom-barbered head. Anchored
by the Piccadilly disco, where a shootout was guaranteed every
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The first space shuttle launch got delayed until
Sunday, so we had to watch the shuttle's return
to Earth in class instead—PS113's paunchy black
& white rolled in, the antennae on top adjusted
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after Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

In the wobbly pirouette between song
& dust, dog-nosed living room windows
& a purple couch that should have been curbed
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—Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore, 2016


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Just off of Highway 12, Sandburg's signature
of time & eternity: the muggy marshes
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