Simon Perchik’s most recent poem to appear here was “You show up late as usual” (May 2018).
You can’t stop, talk
and far from your mouth
wait for the grass
as the same sound
between your fingers
lowering for lips
—you talk the way rope
takes so long to die
—over and over and over
empty your mouth
filling it with thorns
with shoulders, afternoons.
I enjoy the risks taken by this poem. The last stanza, particularly. A mouth full of mistakes, wants and corners…so much is suggested and left to the reader to imagine. Bravo~ HGL