“Narcississimus”
On the sleeve of the raincoat
I wear
and am
a damp petal adheres
cherry petal
size of fish scale
I also
am
adheres for hours
until
I fall away
“No Go Sutra”
Who lives near a train yard
lives on a schedule, or tries to.
Enlightenment enters only on our backs,
an unwieldy import off the clock,
jumbled.
We’re stunted,
not dirtied:
so what
if life expectancy keeps rising;
we’re warped.
David McAleavey teaches at GW in DC. Over the years he has published a lot of poems in a wide variety of journals; his fifth and most recent book is HUGE HAIKU (Chax Press, Tucson, 2005).
