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Mike Jewett
Poems
Feb 2015
Floccinaucinihilipilification
I carry the runes of you in my pocket
Smoothed while recalling
Your blank walks
A wash of blackcurrant and
Holly in your hair
Wandering aimless by shorn clapboard
and storm kestrels overhead.
I think of your eyes
While watching Venus blink,
Tiny speck of green popping
Out of the witching hour’s emptiness
Distracted by a sweet orb only daring to show itself
in time-lapse Morse code-
City firefly’s shy hesitant glow
of phosphorescent luciferase
Impermanent tattoos in the humid air
Asphyxiated by the hum
of flowing electrons by wayward wings
Vintage and neon.
I sweep your edda into the hearth
Ashen mingling of myrrh
and incense sprinkles its cinnamon
Onto bare exposed brick.
The lightning-scarred tree
with its bullseye of char
Burned inside-out,
Cindered base,
Reminds me of our concatenated dreams.
I touch the ghost of you
Roaming the paths of King’s Chapel
and Granary Burial Ground
Farsick and windtalking to yourself.
I still taste the ozone on your lips
After you rained all night.
I throw the bait of you into the water
and the sunfish of Northwood Lake nibble the worms
of your toes.
And I watch the sawing motion of your thoughts
on DVR over and over
Hearing the fibers tear
Knowing the damage of blades and friction
How your heart will always bear
All ninety stone
of Hunters Lodge.
Written by
Mike Jewett
Boston
(Boston)
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