Steve Timm
2 Poems
fossil
I don’t know if the
stars talk they
don’t to
me at least but I
feel
something if I look
in a good
frame
of mind at the
smear of them.
Up there. Well
it’s wow if there’s
learning the
parsecs & all & damn
if they talk how
cold they possibly fore
see if what we
see is so goddamn
how I feel this
clouded night like
a president
old. Up there
where we would
if we could
go so much was
said & who
knows what rage
now’s burning.
What loss’ll
be gained.so
It is a dream to begin
a work it never
ends & it never ends. A con
jugation of be a bridge
that stops out there & the holy ones
paused pawing so not
real
ly paused but halting but no not
halted blindmen on a
prank’s plank a foot shuffling
a cloud passing by the hands held
out
ward wards of the certain uncertainty
that nothing is it
remains or beckons
where the dream falters too
like a poem & a rhythm grows out of the splay
of fingers the sweepfoot rustle
of rain cusp mad god mad sweeteneder
& no than.
