by Dirk Johnson | Mar 6, 2022 | Poem
Lention Believing love comes only toward perfect beings,I, knowing myself imperfect, thought all who loved me foolsOr else myself a thief. But, having, myself, loved;Having been jerked shrieking from the dry romantic dugWhose drugged milk made beloved seem perfectLove...
by Dirk Johnson | Mar 6, 2022 | Poem
Anadiplosis Sharp night on a bodymy moon in the sheer nightthe body in a clear moonwith brown buildings in white lightmy red brick in a moonfrom a glass sky in the stillnesswith a blue blacknessthe closenessmy sight in a bodya moon in the windowon a few walkerswith...
by Dirk Johnson | Mar 6, 2022 | Poem
I Am The Instrument I am the key, the key button, action bracket,Jack and let-off rail; sostenuto rod, ivory,Back-check, hammer-rest and repetition leverRail cloth and key frame; key-stop and rail prop, damperLever flange and the sostenuto tab or lip.I am the hammer...
by Dirk Johnson | Mar 6, 2022 | Poem
The Sun: Helium Morning, multiplex loam blooming in round billows awash through mind;Phæton tiding in cool dawn; as his wave broadens its surge, its deepBasin widens, whose id waters the earth; foaming, its parts dispersed,Colloid, geysering heat, jetting a blue...
by Dirk Johnson | Mar 6, 2022 | Poem
The Beginning I speak of the previous personWhose hands these are, and whose eyes;Whose cares and whose coffins core these phrasesWhose black-wheeler braked in sidetrack,Stropped the line where spun a seer’s deathOff a rushing reel; grew still, shroudedIn...
by Dirk Johnson | Jul 23, 2019 | Poem
Lines Found in Montgomery Woods, December 31, 2010 What wasWhat was between you and meWhat wasn’tWhat wasn’t between you and meWhat is what isn’tBetween me and you The abstractionThe memoryOf what we wereAnd were not Identities of questionable...
