Stopping at the Penult
Partitioning, snow’s excuse, the edges we take our shovels to
You want a divorce? Moon on horn rim, black plus of window shadow, I want to counterfeit Hell
With mouths a-lying
No.
One time as a kid, I called 1-800-HOT-LIPS from a funeral home
A voice whispered I can’t wait to rub my hot wet lips all over your
I wondered, My what? Later, I drew the dead
In a notebook, ghost leaving up and to the left like a white tissue
Pulled from the middle
ξ
Dream of Catching a Fish Outside my House
You hung yourself in Lawndale, and shook loose
Waters of life vs. house of same, or the opposite. Visions of police
Patrol this bight in relation to the mainland
As though main, cut to pieces in the streams
Crossing and recrossing, intruded thought-like in the night
And sleep never came
I woke up and took a piss thinking about love. I had this thought of you
Being a little fish I caught and understood, the way
Day calls for showers understands a chance of non-compliance
Whenever such things are summoned
ξ
He Grants a Creator
I put the trucknuts you hated on, a falling
Like bones in the earth, that slow unrighting, truth
Settles, I miss you
Like Bondo looks, unplumb barns’ posts
Tying without, though truth is a constraint, constraint
As in, Remove your fucking hands, or The lies I tell myself
Hurt only x or My heart lies
On him
And will not remove
ξ
Smoking Out
You said I don’t like how easy it is that April feels like yesterday
And now I’m OK not talking to my family. Earlier, we discussed setting fire to a bird’s nest
As theatre of Subject blowing into the hollowest spot of the stack
And Bird’s nest as what’s interesting
Vs. How we can try to be better kids, fire-theft being troubling to the old man, not due to light
But smoke, as smoke’s its own flight surrogate for thought. Pine laces frizzling
General things pulling their orange cuffs
ξ
To Crush the Latter
Why test the memory of first-graders, why association
Air, conditioning, -borne, -plane, -fresh -guitar, -raiding rifle, -edale terrier, -blow, -job
His favorite cartoons
Condition, deepen, texturize, in one fairies fly, sleep descends as sparkling
Powder; another bubbles a gat on a scantron; another’s trash is another can’s carbo
I truth or dare you to puff out your cheeks ‘til you feel your jaw pockets inflate
A sentence as concept, trouble as sentence, conceive’s what fucking does
In secret, so punishing is the grade of a first affair
Principal draws a house over the dick a kid drew on the park’s dark orange tube slide
Yeah but now doesn’t it live in there
ξ
Brendan Sherry lives in Greeneville, TN. Recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Poetry Northwest, New South, Word For/ Word, A-Minor, and elsewhere. Note: The poem, “He Grants a Creator,” uses a line (“my heart lies on him and will not remove”) from a contemporary arrangement of a Child Ballad (Child 239, Roud 102).