I realize the skyline while playing catch with mother’s death
Monday night, she got dressed in the wind under an apple tree
and whistled an in-your-face melody through the cemetery.
She was not content to be the kid in a planet of an apple tree,
though dead for half a century and ever faster swaying.
Instead, she lived with punctured-wires and lit candles
in the grave of the great alley of clarity cats.
Natural disasters have since contented these events on the floor,
these things she reported while wandering the halls.
She thought there was an architect of the secret of life,
but found that we were reading the scattered conditions
of every other any body. No wonder I regarded her as enemy.
In fact, it brought her alive and I pressed her to tell me more.
This poem originally appeared in The Grave of the Great Alley of Clarity Cats, an anthology of poetry written by Mike Giardina. The complete the anthology is available below:
Table of contents:
- Sun Shine Body
- On arrival in a lot of no civilization and plenty of letters,
- The unable to deliver
- An upwards slanted walk
- A familiar voice
- Those who have a standard way of going
- Left each chapter within us
- Warm smile not found in her cigarette
- To regain his composure for figures
- Food for rejecting his feet
- Even during--even if it during
- Lying on the floor, stretched after stir
- A soldier frames the wall
- A step by boulder
- A train by life station
- I was able to take the old north of town
- Bradbury's closet
- A mummy's leggings
- Sipping mother's sweat
- Flash like an individual there
- I realize the skyline while playing catch with mother's death
- Running far away from a city, to return a week later
- Carried the clock over
- We have been meeting years
- Chocolate Italian princess
- Champion of Years
- "How much longer will I be able to remount the mothproof thrusting..."
- Over as rivers are over