Two Poems by J. S. Graham

 

To my friend, the famous magician 

 

Call the daffodil as machine

to bring them cakes and chocolates

until they know the value

of pigs and squealing things

 

Friend. Are your spells sibylline?

Are they rutilant rebellious—

do they take you to the stratosphere?

 

Do you dine with Simon Magus—

on the morning of magicians—

the tiger is the magus, isn’t he?

 

Call the hyacinth as modem

to bring them cakes and chocolates

until they know the value

of pigs and squealing things 

 

 

The Miracle Strip 

 

Subterranean—incunabulum

Demiurge of the mountain

In swamp-land carnival

 

Sunken ziggurat of crab carcasses

Straining upwards unto heaven

With the language of the sea

 

Coruscate—disco ball—glow

for in your chthonic shadow

banshees dance and solve

the riddles of antiquity;

 

[belle dames and chiliasms]

 

—chasms—

 

and keys 

 

J. S. Graham - Jon Seth Graham is an emerging poet from Yorktown, Virginia. His work has appeared on the internet. He writes for the friends he’s made along the way.