Vassar Student Review

Vassar Student Review

Featured Author

Time/ Cut

It is the hour of news and

I want to collage like rachel

maddow to meddle with

Just-pictures/ Just-images so faithlessly

that war becomes meaningless and

I can smear child-stick-glue across

your checks to press clippings of

Vanity and Glamour and Time magazine.

En de Parfum and you laugh with full breath—!

 

Oh to collage at the printer-parts eating away

in the whirls, their senseless

Making—Making—Making

All is so equally ignored

so easily bored.

the-man-artist-maker-breaks-lines-in-the-battlefeild-breaks-heritage

—He’s Alive! with the curse of onlookers

with stony black eyes

Cut—Cut—Cut

and they fall away like paper scraps.

 

In your honor,

from your poem titled “rooms”: I

Hear

Everything

—and I add three lines: and get an immense urge/ to jump and/

mingle with the sky.

After the Mirage

After the mirage

when color fills the edges

of the world

seeping into

creeping thoughts—

a corrosion of that

which hangs like barnacles through

this seasick waking tide.

 

After the mirage

move through corners

concerned thoughts

fought on

leftover pages crinkling

through the edges

of fantasy’s border with vibrating static,

a rippling pond.

 

After the mirage

I’m falling free

tell me to find

tell me I must find time

of total neutrality.

 

After the mirage

the air is thick

so thick

I breathe water

in pool-bottom silence and sink

back to what you ended

4in me.

 

After the mirage

my eyes are granitized and

they are also

as shapeless as torn jeans.

 

After the mirage

it is shame which speaks

what did I conjure?

what do I owe to my soul?

Related Submissions

css.php

stay in the loop