julie carr

Noun Poem

A man in need of a bird of yarn
enters a town with two suns
The bird unwinds its tale of read
in which a woman paints a postcard for her son
This is a sentence with two nouns
One is the noun we all know
the other will be formed of the wealth of the first:
a widower in search of a bride
Yes? I am thirsty, he says with laden head,    
can I have a glass of milk, Mom?
She fills him a glass and watches him drink
the brush poised in her hand
The bird and boy whistle one to the other
red spooling from incongruous mouths
This is a song with two swallows
The other gathers others in the skies
This, a sentence with two eyes
One sits within his like an egg in a nest
the last spills as it mates, as it cries

 

Poem Poem

Plexiglas cloudscape and maniacal sweat
whom dalliance makes
You insects running in rows on snow
who serves severe

I’m hand to be wooed to be wooded soon
Enter my minions, my many-featured hopes
I’m falter-moon flashing then faded then hid
looking for signals in apples and pears
defeated but breathing like Adam or a worm
my deliverance is bleakness of dumpsters at noon

You whiteness and blackness you yearned-after vogue
store laughter like fat in the folds of my soul
My syntax is taxing raised as it’s paid

Across concrete step the sleeping dog lays