Two Poems
By Jon-Michael Frank - Mar 10, 2017
I
there’s a crude bloom to the pear trees
I feel guilty about not being
a loud pee humming from the next stall
I don’t think the unknown will fix me
but I know these rinds of july won’t
a dog licking at the air in a cone
the sun is boring when you’re not in love
with something terrible
it gives me a furry spasm
as she ages her tattoo heart will become a lump
I waste another life
languishing behind the berry bushes
ocean of brightly dead sorrow
there’s nobody living in the mountains
when something reminds me of how I feel
I love it immediately
II
all my life I’ve been using the wrong language
blackberries spewing juice
on the patio furniture
the gorge is all longing today
bastard animals masticating
soda cans
a geode contaminates my heart
down the street
machines starve the succulents
men in robes
crush bug eggs
we know a lot of what’s over
even as we dim in the cradle of it
I’m not in my life
when I’m in a picture
I miss the moon
even as it hangs there