Adam Beaudoin
Two Poems
brazil
(he stands in velvetwith (he imagines truth
(and when he screams (oh,
sacred breath) lilacs unfurl)
in melody) a stem of lilies).
poem
cellophane and
oranges
and other thoughts for springpounce, regrow
regrow
pounce
pounce
regrow
pouncepounce, regrow
pounce, pounce, re grow.’till everything is nothing in disguise.