Fall Issue 2022
UNIVERSE OF WORDS
so as not
as her eyes
On second thought, he needs to be alone.
Don’t we all?
Except when an oboe
the sliding glass door
silent as a goldfinch feather
and slick like
of a professional burglar.
So much for Descartes trapped inside an acorn
east to west
bursting its strapless sunburnt shoulder blades.
So much for thoughts made of ether.
So much for the clown waving his rainbow tambourine
in the face
or whatever they call themselves
LATE, AS USUAL
(For Ron Noel: 1953-1997)
I could be sipping mob swill
instead of waiting on a friend.
I prefer friend to swill.
No offense to the underworld, but
I’ll avoid the swill & pretend that
my friend is alive & well, knowing
full well that death itself is the mob,
& life emerges from the mob.
So, dangling like a single olive
from the arthritic tree
of kingdom come with sixteen
iridium moons orbiting my filthy
brain, I’ll continue to wait
on my friend.
Sometimes the mob gyroscopes time.
Nevertheless, friend, without consequence,
including the gravity that separates you
from me, tonight, & without the banal
world that forever remains too much
with us, you’re late as usual.
Alan Britt has published 20 books of poetry and his poems have appeared in American Poetry Review, Cottonwood, Kansas Quarterly, Midwest Review, Missouri Review, New Letters, Stand (UK), plus countless others. He was nominated for the 2021 International Janus Pannonius Prize awarded by the Hungarian Centre of PEN International for excellence in poetry from any part of the world. Previous nominated recipients include Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Charles Bernstein and Yves Bonnefoy. He was interviewed at The Library of Congress for The Poet and the Poem. A graduate of the Writing Seminars at Johns Hopkins University he currently teaches English/Creative Writing at Towson University.