Reflection

I would not want readers to base their readings on any autobiographical elements they may think they uncover in the poems, because there are none. As a surrealist of sorts, I'm looking for language to explode on the page, for ANY reader.

Fair Warning

Beware bullet-proof limousines

that are searching for violets across

 

the snowy slopes of a good thing.

Beware the changing seas acting

 

rationally, the roller coasters

that are a little fancy, that shut down

 

whenever tourists need them most.

Beware the blue seed of inspiration.

 

It takes up the whole river!

Beware of fall producing a dirt

 

that’s creamy, that’s hard to stop.

Beware of leeches that fill the slime

 

often shrouded in secrecy down

one side of a South Carolina park.

 

All will be revealed if they ever

drain the pond of a few fish.

 

They’re still gobbling up the secrets

of the body as we speak.

Cliff's Book Recommendations

White by Charles Simic and The Morning Glory by Robert Bly