David Felix Sutcliffe – Four Poems

David Felix Sutcliffe

Four Poems

Florida

Or a door in the dark. Were words lured to where I work I’d uncork, pop a cap in the jerk Who chewed up all my metaphors. Was almost whole, almost overflowed almost a long corridor, on each lacquer door empty plaques, hinges quacking almost    almost    almost    almost But Florida. Or a door in the dark. Or an invisible door, or door to room interred in cordial land of Orlando. On the Gulf Coast of right back where we started. In darkness. It was almost dark. It was morning. Alaska Ask the unmasking of light. Silence clip-clopping into sight: Your clamming up dilapidates Aaron. (Yes, he too will be fed to your referent.) You certainly fractioned or underfed Or truncated the inversion. One wall, fat black nametag of a word, singing Certainly    certainly    absolutely  sir. Oh Alaska. Certain of what? A light? It’s the wall you want, a barrier built round your hazy and hopeless province. Evict the eyes from the convex heartland Let them roam the final happy hunting ground. True, this definition wasn’t utterly defined. But it wasn’t utterly night, either. Libya Libya was not as foreign as Libya of the map. Libya of the pale half – breathing landscape, past the fountain in town, follow that unraveling road. Every instant is an instant in Libya. For now. If Libya loves ya, so will I. Far away the true Libya tu envuelves is actually surrounding you. Talking has no effect. Libya remains Libya. Libya is one way to say corruption or any invisible noun, though Libya has always said Libya has nothing to do with Libya. The List Goes On And On Each thing is different. Germans are different from rocks and Sunshine is different from New Jersey. Jehovah is different from bikini waxes and toes Are different from Dante different from taxes Different from tremors beneath the earth. Wings Are similar to eyelashes, but still different. (Just ask my big brother, he’ll agree with me.) Bedsprings are different from everything Though they do bear a strong resemblance to Dan Whitaker who spent the whole year creaking And groaning he was nothing like anybody I ever met ok I never met him but I heard He was different from the rest of us.

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