"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