THREE POEMS BY MICHAEL O’BRIEN
Confetti
vernacular
rain
Jeez
Sheesh
Multiscam
Pisces Meatball
sleepers
loosies
Melon Cola
Techni Cola
Da Costa Demolition
precip
coma toes
Ephemera
driving into the
sunset, the bright
cars, the vapor
trails’ bright scars
•
in low grass the
spiders’ pavilions
•
plastered to the
wall a tiny
moth, batwings
intricate as footnotes
Some of the Days
so much sleep
poured into a
vessel it can
hold no more
•
days without traction, their
dream-jukebox, over the
bones of sleep where in flood
the river rewrites itself
•
calm lake whereon
boat of the breath
*from Sleeping and Waking, Flood Editions, 2007
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