In Each Emotional Blossom

                        Writing a poem, you sd
Should be like speaking yr own name

To a despot in the ghetto of a beautiful nightmare
                                    Or like bathing in the dark

With bloody pieces of someone you love
The grass growing up like bent men

Between their fingers
& after it rained we pooled what we had lost

& got rashes from the motel sheets—
In retrospect the world was a baffling place

                        This night, you sd,
Should be a fantasy of broken kitchen chairs for us—

A drunken man acting like the broken body of a horse
His mind at a gallop

The little children of his poems entering like rain
To ride such a horse is not a vacation
The light has a pulse & swerves in from the sink

Whatever we write is incomplete—
The laughing horseplay of a boy

Raymond Farr is author of ECSTATIC/.of facts (Otoliths, 2011), & Writing What For? across the Mourning Sky (Blue & Yellow Dog, 2012). His chapbook Eating the Word NOISE! was published in February 2015 by White Knuckle Press. Another full-length collection of poems Poetry in the Age of Zero Grav is due out from Blue & Yellow Dog Press in 2015. He is editor of Blue & Yellow Dog.

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