Brian Dean Bollman
2 Poems
Sock
drive
mother
of Edinburgh
green lover
slouch you slouch
mother green mother
green lie
in wait past fear weather
cold morning in June
brother
June how’s house sitting
pretty mother
young mother where
ceiling meets winter where
blouse meets skin where
house sits green where
your brother lives a
cold morning clear old southern
California suburb mother
sticks to memory like church and you can’t tell
because you don’t know
You just don’t know what your dream is
you drive
you turn the corner
and there are several words
in order that
mean something to you
asleep now
they shift shape and you get up
and you can think of
a blouse with a woman’s skin
in it a blouse that opens
not that you are thinking
of it open
but it could open
it is the open-able aspect of it that compels
a ceiling
and old suburban neighborhood
with its concrete retaining
and low morning sun memories of unwanted churchAfternoon Break
Lying in
my car thinkingof a woman with big
eyes who looked
with skin clearthat smooth ashen
dark hair againstand yet not pale
her lips a fleshy
umber an exaggeratedcupidity fawnish
startled I imagine
kissing her tryingto cipher the experience
large lips around
a small mouth
she seems to suitfurther
beneath her shirt
my arms
back
and they seem to
fita womanopens the door
invites me
into a longcorridor leading into
the inner basement of
the library