poet Gabriel Rosenstock

Gabriel Rosenstock


I open my poem to bright things
here come oranges, dandelions,
come in
take a seat
I'll be right with you

into my poem
comes a lovely cuckoo snow in its beak

what's this?
oceans of sunshine

I open my poem to all that is
that will be that was
that could be
bad move

here comes
an old cat
a pigeon's leg in its mouth
(shit happens)
sit yourself down
mind the cuckoo
it's got snow in its mouth

make room for yourself
the oranges and the dandelions
where are you from your catself?
where's the rest of the pigeon?

I open my poem to all the elements
alive and dead and
some ivy comes in trailing
its own wall
the wall falls on the cat
this poem is a tragedy
of sorts

somewhere in the world
a wall is falling on a cat
on a child

I open my poem again to bright things
but there's nothing left

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 11, 2019

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