Yuri Hospodar – Two Poems

Yuri Hospodar

Two Poems

I Found This Title In A Book

there are times I caul to him and then to him I towards go at day is done the stunned old chamber which pill or planet has made me do this time’s in chastity old forgotten writ large in his legion book at end of day responsible blue would trickle down to gear his face with tic-tocs of a crumpled ocean to the hour of cat parade and there we be full-on bereft in this Madrid inside a coaster Grong Grong The chip in my digital camera leaks, now look at this mess all over the table. Birthday parties, fleeing ibis, thumbs over faces breaking obscured noses, whole towns (caught on a dry dandelion) that cried to the camera “we are here”. Today I meant to do some dusting but with memory everywhere who’s to say which are dust, which are pixelated vision, which are flakes of sloughed-off skin to patch back on and make me whole? Don’t answer that; they are listening. I am listening.

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