Monday, August 26, 2013

Poem ~ Isabell Dahlberg




wide skirt
knocked off head
swamplike tattooed
tiny feet
greetings!





let’s meet after
salad
when all apricot beer has been
consumed
rally with pouting
bellies
watched by
laughing moons




hoards of nesting boys
in her hair
and silver blouse and socks
ticking with
ticks




bereavement says it will
never
read the papers again
until politicians
washing their mouths with
war mold
die




under wonderland
the shadow:
pale blue african roads
where redtopped butterflies
batter hands with eachother
then roaming off
to get to the public bath house
in time




not where I was
but after that
the ceiling here hung hurt
like the heavy body of
a newly slewn
fallow deer




shave that boldness off
heart
bear in your
hand
that not one
of these trees
has seen
the ocean




grandmothers make time
after death
make and take and
won’t talk about it
                                         unless fed with ripe prunes



 

swirls of pancake
in the grass
needle glitter
pop in for needless
speechacts with
babies
and then:    dream




hearing the afternoon
sweating
sweet dollhumans
crowding the city
fat with
anger




no pressure
in mouth the month after
swallowing the news
of disaster




making work
the essential goal
for any society
is honestly
– rubbing your knees
more shameful than
porn




the bus will wait
he said
she said it will not
as the sky drove by
ancientlooking and
speed-ticket fast 




not pale but
bright
thighs
in july
air whispers behind
your back









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