Adam Golaski
a poem
**
Where A Honeymoon The——
for Zetta
begin
w/ her where
where I
left——off || lain, where
where we laid paper
from mend from end t’end’nd
where——city light——where
I left off rooftop || heedless
heedless..............paper
........................footbridge.........A
footbridge just half way A
A——
.......................................................A first night
.......................................................w/ my wife
.......................................................w/ here——
...........................city
................................light——
love
th’lines that must b’made as observed along th’way
love..................where
wife + shadow
where weather——
A
A wood’v dead trees || copse drowned by bright leaf
love
where love
sets off
th’car alarm
where
w/ her
“sent sleep to A smoking jacket Sherlock Holmes”
A.........love
sleep.....A
“rusty bed sheet
where we pick th’paper wedding tags
th’weather pale
where th’pale blue plaids laugh at love’s once imagined
destination”.................where..............where——
an edible orchid precedes
pasta w/ golden sauce
a golden tomato +
potato tofu
where do
bird low feast
mosquito
+ moth——
father-in-law Michael, this cigar clears the air w/ smoke
father-in-law
read before th’light is gone
“right there, mount’ns raspberry’nd mist green
pink light slopes over hill villages——
eerie.....voi......see
lo.......w/...‘ere
‘ere.....lo...lo.....lo’v’a
the lo......of.......A
...............cow
where
.........the beetle rises——
Thee...............beetle
rises——...........weed
sprouts............fault
“what weather makes only
God makes “I’m
beautifully weak I’m
after a swim, I’m chlorinated like a king——
again,
wife:
“what weather makes”
A breeze
A...................oval-shaped tree
A woman w/ the biggest breasts we’ve ever seen
+, + mount’n deep horizon
rocks cradled across +——
......................busy as a bee in a biscuit brisket——
.....................——Water Music w/ vinyl crackle
thot’v th’slant’v notes other
family history w/ weary
holy tree..........|| love
A
red
berry...............A
pocket f’r comment
A desire f’record
.....................A.........................................................................w/her
pleasure in process..............................................................................she asks
A.............................................................................................."what"——.......ours
A simple day made complex rich w/ her....................................................not
w/ hatch..........................................................................................record——
marks
f’r memory
for t’draw
...........memory
into this moment’s memory....................where
where
.........weary dear Lord play f’r us orchestras——
........................oval-shaped tree
........................black
........................black + shrinks inward
........................drawn
........................inward
........................like smoke:
........................gray rolling waves—
........................sky’s not all gray—
........................patches of black,
........................slate
where in the mirror
this self-awareness
aware of self ignorance
glad for it for it sleeps
...................alight
A......moth
......................................................................there:
alight.................................N.............................father in th' mirror
in our room
a soul folded paper soulless wingèd thing where w/ her——
wife,
she breathes sleep
..........while
..........A.....................basement ATM
..........single strain....................violin
..........throb of pulse ankle: half way thru the long morning pee
..........throb hi-pulse: can’t crack bird call code
..........comb your leaves oval-shaped tree: this morning you look a fright
..........poured out among the hills: a steady stream of holy smoke
..........too tired to remember dream: made foolish by a mongrel bee
.................................smoke of apple trees
.................................dream of written rich language
.................................lost when re-read’n
.................................line of lindle biss where +
.................................wife, sleep
.................................sleep.....breath’a——
.................................huff
bell + bray, herd——
.......( The oval-shaped tree leans like A
..........A polite boy but
..........mocks th’mysticism brought to’it. )
——red breast robin
bobs across th’grass..................................................so much
..........................................................................time to sleep to
..........where.........................................................sit + study the yard
hills rise behind a sound that wakes “what is it?”
Count the red snake sleep wheel w/ happy Rose’s pink whorl + when we wake the sky
the sky is clear: what weather makes what weather only God makes what weather makes
from || she is asleep || mist
mist think
mist milky eye
where
th’view ......mist
now th’haze brings
bright shifting shadow + wife,
............................................her doze
............................................‘as exposed
............................................a stretch’v’r belly
............................................irresistible
............................................f’r kisses
............................................I’m botherin’
............................................th’missus.
.................................Spent,
.................................I doze.
.................................Dream:
.................................a knock
.................................above
.................................my head.
.................................Wife
.................................washes
.................................up,
.................................laughs
.................................when she
.................................sees me.
.................................I dream
.................................a knock
.................................above
.................................my head.
**
return to sawbuck 2.1
**
Adam Golaski is the author of Color Plates (Rose Metal Press, 2009) and Worse Than Myself (Raw Dog Screaming Press, 2008). His poem "Green" -- a translation of Sir Gawain & the Green Knight -- appears in installments at Open Letters Monthly. Adam edits New Genre, and edits for Flim Forum Press.
**
Where A Honeymoon The——
for Zetta
begin
w/ her where
where I
left——off || lain, where
where we laid paper
from mend from end t’end’nd
where——city light——where
I left off rooftop || heedless
heedless..............paper
........................footbridge.........A
footbridge just half way A
A——
.......................................................A first night
.......................................................w/ my wife
.......................................................w/ here——
...........................city
................................light——
love
th’lines that must b’made as observed along th’way
love..................where
wife + shadow
where weather——
A
A wood’v dead trees || copse drowned by bright leaf
love
where love
sets off
th’car alarm
where
w/ her
“sent sleep to A smoking jacket Sherlock Holmes”
A.........love
sleep.....A
“rusty bed sheet
where we pick th’paper wedding tags
th’weather pale
where th’pale blue plaids laugh at love’s once imagined
destination”.................where..............where——
an edible orchid precedes
pasta w/ golden sauce
a golden tomato +
potato tofu
where do
bird low feast
mosquito
+ moth——
father-in-law Michael, this cigar clears the air w/ smoke
father-in-law
read before th’light is gone
“right there, mount’ns raspberry’nd mist green
pink light slopes over hill villages——
eerie.....voi......see
lo.......w/...‘ere
‘ere.....lo...lo.....lo’v’a
the lo......of.......A
...............cow
where
.........the beetle rises——
Thee...............beetle
rises——...........weed
sprouts............fault
“what weather makes only
God makes “I’m
beautifully weak I’m
after a swim, I’m chlorinated like a king——
again,
wife:
“what weather makes”
A breeze
A...................oval-shaped tree
A woman w/ the biggest breasts we’ve ever seen
+, + mount’n deep horizon
rocks cradled across +——
......................busy as a bee in a biscuit brisket——
.....................——Water Music w/ vinyl crackle
thot’v th’slant’v notes other
family history w/ weary
holy tree..........|| love
A
red
berry...............A
pocket f’r comment
A desire f’record
.....................A.........................................................................w/her
pleasure in process..............................................................................she asks
A.............................................................................................."what"——.......ours
A simple day made complex rich w/ her....................................................not
w/ hatch..........................................................................................record——
marks
f’r memory
for t’draw
...........memory
into this moment’s memory....................where
where
.........weary dear Lord play f’r us orchestras——
........................oval-shaped tree
........................black
........................black + shrinks inward
........................drawn
........................inward
........................like smoke:
........................gray rolling waves—
........................sky’s not all gray—
........................patches of black,
........................slate
where in the mirror
this self-awareness
aware of self ignorance
glad for it for it sleeps
...................alight
A......moth
......................................................................there:
alight.................................N.............................father in th' mirror
in our room
a soul folded paper soulless wingèd thing where w/ her——
wife,
she breathes sleep
..........while
..........A.....................basement ATM
..........single strain....................violin
..........throb of pulse ankle: half way thru the long morning pee
..........throb hi-pulse: can’t crack bird call code
..........comb your leaves oval-shaped tree: this morning you look a fright
..........poured out among the hills: a steady stream of holy smoke
..........too tired to remember dream: made foolish by a mongrel bee
.................................smoke of apple trees
.................................dream of written rich language
.................................lost when re-read’n
.................................line of lindle biss where +
.................................wife, sleep
.................................sleep.....breath’a——
.................................huff
bell + bray, herd——
.......( The oval-shaped tree leans like A
..........A polite boy but
..........mocks th’mysticism brought to’it. )
——red breast robin
bobs across th’grass..................................................so much
..........................................................................time to sleep to
..........where.........................................................sit + study the yard
hills rise behind a sound that wakes “what is it?”
Count the red snake sleep wheel w/ happy Rose’s pink whorl + when we wake the sky
the sky is clear: what weather makes what weather only God makes what weather makes
from || she is asleep || mist
mist think
mist milky eye
where
th’view ......mist
now th’haze brings
bright shifting shadow + wife,
............................................her doze
............................................‘as exposed
............................................a stretch’v’r belly
............................................irresistible
............................................f’r kisses
............................................I’m botherin’
............................................th’missus.
.................................Spent,
.................................I doze.
.................................Dream:
.................................a knock
.................................above
.................................my head.
.................................Wife
.................................washes
.................................up,
.................................laughs
.................................when she
.................................sees me.
.................................I dream
.................................a knock
.................................above
.................................my head.
**
return to sawbuck 2.1
**
Adam Golaski is the author of Color Plates (Rose Metal Press, 2009) and Worse Than Myself (Raw Dog Screaming Press, 2008). His poem "Green" -- a translation of Sir Gawain & the Green Knight -- appears in installments at Open Letters Monthly. Adam edits New Genre, and edits for Flim Forum Press.
