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"Two Poems" by David P. Kozinski




Earthly Places


“And all that I knew is moving away from me.”

-Joanna Newsom


The sign on the office door reads

Gone where the clock really jumps from the wall

in exasperation at the lateness of hours,

where donkeys spit eulogies that fall

like bricklebrit in the palms of refugees.


Yes, it is a long message

because in places like that

gears reconsider why they are and retard

their turning; the key fits and the latch

slips open; spoons fill themselves

and moonless, drifting evenings fork.


In such a place

the song I wanted to remember

lingers in that first terrible moment

of waking and there is just a sputter

of time to profitably

retrace my trespasses.


Soirée dans Grenade


after Claude Debussy


Mix a quip with a droplet of Cinzano

and an olive in an ice cube

and lean forward to suggest attention.


It is, after all, transactional.


Look at her magenta lips as they pronounce argent

and make eye contact but don’t bore in.

You’re not taking a biopsy.


She’s taking requests.


A little Spanish fly may flutter up

from under the bridge of her guitar

and buzz around the rafters.


This and the heat could prove distracting.

The ice and everything melts quickly in these climes

marking the time you have.


Her irises turn lavender


which is my favorite scent. Yours too? You may have more time than I thought.

Count the hibiscus blossoms silently


in the honeydrip of twilight


and concentrate on her tune,

languid and undulating between modes

that won’t be pinned down.


They only live in these strings.


David P. Kozinski received the 2018 Established Professional Poetry Fellowship from the Delaware Division of the Arts. His full-length book of poems, Tripping Over Memorial Day was published by Kelsay Books in 2017. He received the Dogfish Head Poetry Prize, which included publication of his chapbook, Loopholes (Broadkill Press). Kozinski was named 2018 Mentor of the Year by Expressive Path, a non-profit that facilitates youth participation in the arts. He serves on the board of the Manayunk-Roxborough Art Center in Philadelphia and the editorial board of Philadelphia Stories. He is Art Editor of the Schuylkill Valley Journal.

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