Steven Karl
3 poems
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Respite (while eating a sandwich) in the park
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I am covered in mosquito bites
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There are finches
everywhere
hopping on
the red bricks
rubbing their
bellies between
gray stone
crevices
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Saturday/ in the park/ little chest/ puffed/ in song/
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Once,
I shared
in sound
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Poem
you eyed me clean.......now it's a tango
gone terse.....................misbegotten two-step
clumsy skip...................fallen footed-flat
such is a slow sauntering somewhere south of hello
but how now.................as beat belabored
as body breaks...............placid fingers
..........strengthless for weight
............o unflappable bird
............rest here here now
drawn down exaggerated. accordion stutter
here head here!..............like that yes!
nozzle in the hollow.........of collar bone
linger .eyes. off. left.......leave your listless feet despite
maestro summoning.......despite crescendoed waves
despite another song......some other motion's music
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Crooked Ass
In a midsummer's masturbation
...........................................it was a motherfucker of
......a mother tongue Tithonias
.....................................................torching to the amusement
.......................of bees & butterflies all
.....................big heads wings & such
...............................................................a shame she said she said
.......................he don't like her no how
......................her ass is crooked & shit she
.....................all teef anyway & we
laughed yesterday's
...........................................lovers' honeyed-moon
................................................................Hold me might have
.................slipped from a mouth
...................................................a want
...................................................to give
...................................................you something
...........more like a tender trombone
hello how have you been
.........................................but the ant on your
.......................................................shoe-lace as we crossed
...................................................................the street was distraction
not to mention the Indians-
..........................................poised-for-war-statues
.........................................Have we lost our way
............where's the lake again
..................................................again mouths move
for one & other clumsy
..........................................tongueing for narrative
...................................................................Yeah a motherfucker
........us so full of cavities
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return to sawbuck 1.9
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Steven Karl received his MFA from The New School. His poems, reviews, and articles have been or are forthcoming in Real Poetik, Knock, Coldfrontmag.com, and Teachers & Writers Magazine. He lives in Brooklyn and you can check up on him by reading stevenkarl.blogspot.com.
**
Respite (while eating a sandwich) in the park
*
I am covered in mosquito bites
*
There are finches
everywhere
hopping on
the red bricks
rubbing their
bellies between
gray stone
crevices
*
Saturday/ in the park/ little chest/ puffed/ in song/
*
Once,
I shared
in sound
**
Poem
you eyed me clean.......now it's a tango
gone terse.....................misbegotten two-step
clumsy skip...................fallen footed-flat
such is a slow sauntering somewhere south of hello
but how now.................as beat belabored
as body breaks...............placid fingers
..........strengthless for weight
............o unflappable bird
............rest here here now
drawn down exaggerated. accordion stutter
here head here!..............like that yes!
nozzle in the hollow.........of collar bone
linger .eyes. off. left.......leave your listless feet despite
maestro summoning.......despite crescendoed waves
despite another song......some other motion's music
**
Crooked Ass
In a midsummer's masturbation
...........................................it was a motherfucker of
......a mother tongue Tithonias
.....................................................torching to the amusement
.......................of bees & butterflies all
.....................big heads wings & such
...............................................................a shame she said she said
.......................he don't like her no how
......................her ass is crooked & shit she
.....................all teef anyway & we
laughed yesterday's
...........................................lovers' honeyed-moon
................................................................Hold me might have
.................slipped from a mouth
...................................................a want
...................................................to give
...................................................you something
...........more like a tender trombone
hello how have you been
.........................................but the ant on your
.......................................................shoe-lace as we crossed
...................................................................the street was distraction
not to mention the Indians-
..........................................poised-for-war-statues
.........................................Have we lost our way
............where's the lake again
..................................................again mouths move
for one & other clumsy
..........................................tongueing for narrative
...................................................................Yeah a motherfucker
........us so full of cavities
**
return to sawbuck 1.9
**
Steven Karl received his MFA from The New School. His poems, reviews, and articles have been or are forthcoming in Real Poetik, Knock, Coldfrontmag.com, and Teachers & Writers Magazine. He lives in Brooklyn and you can check up on him by reading stevenkarl.blogspot.com.
