Three Poems – Spring 2019

By August West

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Arms rise: tongues

in dark

 

voice night

rooms, song broke

 

from ground

so quick, what

 

we said of fear—

your hands, each

 

bone, soft

warm counting.

 

 

 

 

*

as he handed me a drink, he began to hum a song
and all the boys there at the bar began to sing along
—Lowell George

 

 

…I feed sparrows and

I feed hawks

 

 

in mist dark

bloom

azalea, spin

 

vine, almost

not quite

sideways, that

 

concrete

 

*

paint, tar, no soap:

clouds know—

 

drums first, click

the roof

 

of your mouth—dance

blue water

 

*

end stage :first day

of school

 

got you crying

—a drop of

 

morphine for

your tongue, swallow

 

air, see you there

 

*

…tan pants blue

jacket white shirt

 

little blue, mother

shopped for you

 

*

in advance, can’t

tell which

 

you get—scrub

the cellar late

 

night, bitter

stalk discarded

 

animal fat, red pepper

we eat.

 

 

 

 

*

Spoon don’t

know what

mouth, bee

say where

the flower at

 

ghosts: too

damn many

Don’t snuff

that wick!

want smoke

 

a crush of

marigold

tomato stalk

rain sweet

the shell

 

and bone

dog bring

big medicine

Oh, Mary

there’s a baby

 

on the stone.

 

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Nothing, beyond folklore, is known about August West.

 


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