Sunday, November 25, 2018

Two Poems By Matthew Borczon

Matthew Borczon is a poet from Erie, Pa his most recent book Code 3 the prison Blues just came out from Alien Buddha Press. He has written seven books of poetry and has published widely in the small press. He is a nurse for developmentally disabled adults and is a sailor in the Navy reserve.

A flock

of crows
follow a
skinny horse
across
Northern
Mississippi
as satellites
search the
moon for
the hollow
bones of
Napoleon and
x ray
machines
kill cancer
like enemies
who used
to be
our friends

it's fall
but the
days feel
like Indian
summer if
that is
still an
allowable
thing to
say from
beneath the
covers and
a blanket
of stars

we try
to steer
north as
the world
goes south
and no
one listens
as long
as they
get their
tax break
tariff reduced
wall built
hearts and
minds removed
by thoughts
and prayers
as all
our common
threads are
strung across
the devils
violin
so Nero
can fiddle
while everything
burns.

Rain falls

like hammers
hitting the
anvil rain
falls over
everyone
who walks
the streets
runs the
trails sails
to close
to the
shore it's
the kind
or rain
that makes
you want
to build
an ark
buy a
wet suit
grab a
life raft
it fills
your wind
shield and
drowns your
memories
it's 3
feet high
and rising
it's angry
as a boil
on your
skin it's
sad like
your grandma's
tomb stone
it's relentless
like my
10 yr old
fighting bed
time it's
rhythmic like
a hand drum
or heart beat

it's seizure
medication
it's jazz
impressionism
in real
time it's
form that
follows function
it's grey
magic it's
the wax
and dreams
that made
the wings
of Icarus
work until
he flew
too close
to the
sun.





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