Wyn Cooper Poems

'All I want is to have a little
fun
Before I die,' says the man
next to me
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How the hell are you, I want
to ask but can't—you're dead.
How hard the snow fell,
how slowly it melts.
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Chaos is the new calm
violence the new balm
to be spread on lips
unused to a kiss.
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The mockingbird is doing the car
alarm in full shrill, so hard
on my ears I cover them.
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The countryside's alive with movement:
a murder of crows flies over us,
cows in a field walk in line
instead of side by side, tractor
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These pictures what do they tell
the day is a widow the morning an open grave
it's not my hand that strikes them down
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For some the advent of June
means longer days of sun (boring)
for others the loss of layers
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The hole in my head's getting bigger,
expanding at the pace of my heart,
which pumps blood there to help me
survive vectors of virulence aimed
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Out of roiling darkness,
the unruly starkness
of what you didn't do,
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Quantum Theory baffles me
as I ski across this field.
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