poems newer than the older ones

poems newer than the older ones

Cherry

Vocal Coach

Darling, don't you ever rage? Your glottal stops are sweaty fists Wherever did you learn To punch so poorly - Forgive my candour But that last scale With its eyelid tremble Brought to mind

Predictions

Clocking signs from the exact 3pm of my shoes on the floor, Through the picked cuticle I-Ching Of my nails, To the filters and grips In hermetic circuits I can't crack.
Cherry

To the Letter

Dear letter, I find your greed for significance alarming. The way you snap gobble every preposition and belch Nouns like bad burgers you refuse to contain. Why, Yesterday you