by M.P. Powers
Last Night of the Earth Poem
a night will come
and it will be my last
night. i have perceived it quite
vividly. my last hour,
last moment of aching
before my body
that’s a poisonous vine
full of little colorful
leaves, juicy thornberries & mysterious lesions
will wither & sink
in the mud.
my last spring, last hurrah,
last rain. earth will forget
me all too easily, and her rivers will go on
will blossom, her mountains, subways,
monasteries & beer gardens
will all forget.
my last song,
last fuck, last laugh,
last time to apologize, reflect & maybe
pray & say
all that was
Get It Over With
it’s only a matter of time before
comes along and sticks her finger
in my heart, digs around and pulls me in.
i should be thrilled about all the time i’ve had to myself lately.
and i am, mostly,
but sometimes, a rift opens up. the vulnerability
inside me, deep as the red sea, tall as tres
cruces, more desolate than death
valley. the fact of me, the indiscernible
wretched duality of me,
the crack in the marble eye
of me. it’s only a matter of time
before she comes bearing warm compresses,
allergy pills, fever reducers,
aloe vera, ky jelly, muscato, mondavi, victoria’s
secret. all, poisons. but i’m sure
i’ll cave. it’d be
better if she just brought me
Both of these were super enjoyable. Loved the killer ending in Get It Over With.
gorgeous poems, very existential. love them & am excited that the poet is a fellow berliner!
Very cool poems! I like a nice dark poem about life, and you’ve done them well!