Tuesday, 18 April 2023

Three Poems by Harry K. Stammer

 



spill 13

 

smell

(ing) reek

“know what that means?”

bloodshot inside

eyeball (left)

“or, it’s just

wrong”

raw orange

(not red)

talk pharynix’ly field’t

“it’s about the illumination”

inflammation

nasal (ly) up


 

spill 12

 

rest

less) “get out”

person (two)

wait

(yelling) promise

(it) pick

(ing) lurch’d

street

out (and)

a backward ‘creational

(red cell)

bleed

“but, don’t wait, don’t”

treat’d blanket


 

spill 11


“punctual,

idea when” alley

back sand (off)

stucco crack (s)

“hand rubbed door marks”

grease (marking)

teeth space eye

“fence,

along one”

long floss (line)

“while it serves


 


harry k stammer is a writer and musician who lives and works in Santa Barbara, CA USA. His books include every beyond’t nothing (persistencia), tents (Otoliths), grounds (Otoliths); and tocsin (Otoliths), sidewalkss  (Concrete Mist Press), walls't's (Sandy Press) and -48 (Sandy Press). Recent noise/poetry pieces are available at http://harrykstammer.bandcamp.com


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