April 15, 2021

Christopher Davis – Love


Christopher Davis

Love

Lacking all vocabulary
for softness, democracy,

these wide shoulders trembling
winglessly, this jerk offering

up this fistful of daisies, little
white stallions, bone corral:

one life’s bright sentence,
a coming heaven’s essence.

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In a theater of language, jacking
off self, I saw white noise rising.

Laugh that that were laundry,
air around us both a boundary

stuffed with stinks, Hamburger
Helper, patchouli, weed killer,

shadows of phone lines criss-
crossing those leafless twigs.

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