Poetry
Five
untitled poem
accept our nature of output and
intake, going to bed making wishes
attaching peace bag to air
Craving relief of cash flow
In without the night
I feel wired to the fans
and that waking up is what I do
Give you $5 to shut up
give you my heart
We move down
a three-story dominator
I am transferred
across the platform is my friend
Danny comes back says
he couldn’t lay there
Came to me
as a trick
I would unwind this discipline
but the position’s fixed
Use of electricity catapults you
towards time
Ready the meditation chair
fit only for humans
If everything is so loose after yoga
then pull out your stuff
Crossing
to give a train space
How do you spit into wind?
Just let go
I found you Jim Brodey
The music of birds
lays down as hardened dough
early winter sets
my smoked-on soft eye
I found you Mel
leave you I will
thousands of blocks of moonlike bottom
you’re not making anything sad
light’s minor and extra-temporary
light’s pale
sounds that happen near me leave
ways vary long and narrow small
several arms
but have not lost you
to brown shoulders of the rain
to angles of cuts alone
you allow the mouth to cry again
to feel that I might watch the gift
and I will rest oblong
another restaurant pie
underlife
to me, towards the center
for as long as you can be kept
beyond what normally can
transfer of mind
I keep moving because you keep
what can be said above you
as if the world were him
can keep that knowledge out, move on
not avoid its aggressor
reach out arm to grey roach
see how big relief is when I’m afraid
shows who could be permanent
air march to citadel
got melon
in Geoffrey’s canal
swept brown malty
sunset
long grove
gas birds
air march to citadel
fell ill
scissor-ill
Contributor
Morgan VoMorgan Võ (b. 1989) is a poet concerned with resonance, contingency, difficulty understanding, and the presence of the dead among the living; he is also a librarian-in-training, and a current member of the Poetry Project Newsletter editorial collective.