Two electric poems by W.F.Roby

Two electric poems by W.F.Roby

i read ee cummings in my own natural voice to Beautiful Kate E. while she numbs herself on wine

Big Heart of Art

our two newnesses together, body
on body, it is so quite more,
nerve and muscle, simple apple
left uncoiling, spring to nerves,
some sun and seven tequilas
in, i like your body. our thing does
the spine elementary-forever. its bones,
our oneness, the trembling never,
and your smoothnesses
which i will again and again and
again kiss, i like this
that and your otherness too.
the shocking fuzz
bass of an old guitar on vinyl, this
electric plush we make, what-is-it
coming over parted flesh, your eyes
two love-crumbs, possibly
you under me oh so quite forever.


a whisper i heard in a dream comes back to me via email

orbit mosaic

My friend, my friend, a life
nailed to the cross-beam of sin
net you nothing, nada, where
the bears don’t go, dare not

for a lack of honey.And geography,
that bastard map, drool-hound
kept hungry at the stake, O prince

of romantic hunts, cool found
sideways in a bin of sunshades,
instant karma of the flesh, dharma

bums all passing wine, and five
nogoodniks sweating distance: Amtrak
or bobsled, you get here. My little

anapest, cartography can be
our friend, our friend, our lives
bailed out of a sinking ship. Flapjack

smell in the morning, love, and
warning signs all sinking in the hot.
I deal blackjack, you play poker

Red and White Flower

while the flowers fade. No shade,
no say in the tides of the bay
of course, we keep the heat from stirring

any soups. Today you are
a knick-knack, a porcelain teacup
I’ve kept from the lower shelf

where grown-ups stash their health.
And aspirin and saccharine and boiling
water you won’t know. My friend,

my friend, a life nailed
cross-wise to the hours trading
text barbs net me precisely this:
a dream, a ghost, a vapor of a kiss.

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W.F.Roby lives in texas. His poems have appeared at 32 poems, Tri-Quarterly, Anti-, Carte Blanche, storySouth, and on his mama’s fridge. He loves you no matter what or who you are.

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