Rhymes With Orange
It’s so bleak outside we have
a lot of time to be neurotic.
That’s how I want my home to feel,
his thumbprint on everything.
There’s a typewriter, a pink princess phone.
Handwritten notes (and certain typefaces)
throb with urgency and the connection to – something.
And that’s why we like the bright colors.
NB: Based on phrases from “The Wildebeest in the Room”here.
art by Silvio Severino Collage
After Reading Freud’s “Beyond the Pleasure Principle”
Listen: the silence you hear
is the wind’s anticipation
of the milkweed ripening.
You are now well-informed.
Whisper I know your secret,
wink with your one good eye
then disengage, the wind
is not your friend. Actually,
do what you want, just don’t be
surprised when the conversation
turns political. Maybe
you like politics, I don’t know.
I disagree with everything.
I am in love with the world.
Not the physical world, I mean.
I am sick of the moon, of the wind
and it’s desperation. Wait,
that’s a lie. I love the moon
and it’s my own desperation
I am sick of. How many times
have you been close to death
and not known it? How many
times have you known and cared
not, the wind murmuring,
I know your secret.
David Krilivsky attended the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. His poems have appeared in such places as Poets & Artists (Oranges & Sardines) and The Found Poetry Journal, among others. He currently resides in a log cabin in St. George, VT.
art by ● Ventral ●