EPTTrombone Year by Coleman Bishop
A couple poems from inside the chapbook:
An Actual Longing For Her
Transmitting earthen signals using snow shoes
walking for hours til the sun became street lights
Golden and summer A wish to be had, but hated A coma
Enlightenment left unwanted To grow is to stream out naked
Gore in the corn flakes and I saw my dad on a Wheaties box
Sitting there was almost comfortable Nutrition facts full of
suicide
From America, but a bloke forgot my bloody cigarettes
The transit system of East Liverpool, Ohio Filled with confused
Englishmen
Talk about sadness, that day when you ate breakfast with your
python
Over yonder, the carpool lane is filled with accidents
And my three hours of sleep began to make me happy
A friend that has no idea of where he is going to end
To end ambiguously A dream A cat resting in the garden
To end ambiguously A veil An actual longing for her!
~~~
We'll Have Our Secrecy
A freedom
is what you need!
Your gesture is laconic.
Grace of the vineyard muttering
your bones.
To be jealous of a photograph
& to loath certain entities
that you want to become.
You differ from yourself
& you tell me that you are
looking for an out. After
dark you become an ethereal
shard of glass.
And your boyfriend is a dork.
When you find the light of his eyes
& stumble into my poetry, please know
that I am the memories of the mountain.
And your boyfriend is a dork.
