these gruesome rebirths! – “
thus the personal gravity
sinks through the woof,
altering time spaces
your footnote, residue,
a missing tile-sliver
from a floor mosaic,
so that someone awakens
with orange on her sole.
I am a woman trapped
in the body of the poem
it makes an epigram of
my epitaph without me.
*
Thousands of gulls stream
over the fly-overs so
they know it’s fall.
The gulls do not fall.
The fly-overs do not fly.
If I could make words into gulls
I would do so. It would not make
me God, but it would solve
many problems.
All my words would go
one way only, up.
The fly-overs are gulled.
The gulls fly over, and out –
from earth day suite, by Joseph Harrington. Chicago: Beard of Bees, 2010. Free download at: http://beardofbees.com/harrington.html
Joseph Harrington is the author of Things Come On: an amneoir (Wesleyan University Press 2011), Poetry and the Public (Wesleyan 2002), and the chapbook earth day suite (Beard of Bees 2010). His creative work also has appeared in Hotel Amerika, The Collagist, Otoliths, Fact-Simile, and P-Queue, amongst others. He teaches at the University of Kansas in Lawrence.