Poetry and Poetics
post west Texas
The clang of the cable against the
pole in the wind.
The odd, random rhythm that etches
the mind like grit
Scoring glass. Blue spaces
To wind everywhere you looked, with
Sometimes the anguish is love: Sappho's
And Catullus' breaking cry.
Petrarch's long sigh.
Other wounds opened relentlessly
Show the self itself hell enough
In the land of wind and space mountains
Plod toward you like dim-witted
beasts too large
To fit their skins. A sky
so pale it's almost white.
Summer heat coils, hisses at the
There was murder everywhere.
I took a gun and shot what I could
Or flying, and left it where it
died, hump of fur
Or feathers in the dirt.
And covered a lot of ground.
I wish that I could say what was
in my mind.
At eighteen I read Nietzsche while
sitting in a park,
At twenty-one smoked sixty cigarettes
And never looked around for anything
The empty clang of a cable in the
Emptiness and the spill of day into
Along the highway fences lean their
On the air. Barbed wire hums
© by Michael Dobberstein
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