Poetry by Craigslist
founded by Mitchell Gauvin
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—
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can escape
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A Carcass Repeats
by Peter Hart
A stone road paints
itself, becoming
loose like dirt
on the laughing
horizon.
Flowers, yellow red
blue, their entrails
pouring
gleefully onto the equally-
mundane pavement,
spring from their pots,
taunting and pointing
their finger at
silent weeds and loose
stumps that flow
mechanically by.
The fragrant
climax of their slavish
bellows, a spring storm halts,
then they’re gone,
idle fire trucks by
a chainsaw’s roar.
With dried
phlegm on their eyes,
cattle continue
grazing in the blue
hissing fields,
dreaming away
the flies and cockroaches
that cling to their flesh
and burn lustfully static.
What Are We Looking At?
by Peter Hart
Video cameras flee
from writers,
telling them to
get a voice
beyond pack-rat
urine-stained slums, the giant
lurking beneath the lake
of newspapers, and
bloodsucking moons.
My head a shattered
mirror, can’t pick up
its pieces, watching
premonitory films,
so many of its vines
gone astray.
Money draining
like a melting river,
entangled brushes,
inactive televisions,
fling shards
to swamps.
