Over as rivers are over
Hiding in a homeland that moved, I am there
for the new era in violin, writing a religion
where many of them run into any of them.
With sons over and over-reserved overseas,
I was over and over and over owned by the end.
We are over as rivers are over
and over the original hours.
Removed from the route,
there is a blend of men
in a world that maddens them.
They are moved to the used
and have no known.
That, there, is an unknown number of men I’ve known.
I have known enough of them forever overthrown,
where they hide in rows of running water.
Our mother’s have raised the matter over and over
and over the phone, yet our daughters
have lost arms, hands, and the memory
of being held on the river.
This poem originally appeared in The Grave of the Great Alley of Clarity Cats, an anthology of poetry written by Mike Giardina. The complete the anthology is available below:
Table of contents:
- Sun Shine Body
- On arrival in a lot of no civilization and plenty of letters,
- The unable to deliver
- An upwards slanted walk
- A familiar voice
- Those who have a standard way of going
- Left each chapter within us
- Warm smile not found in her cigarette
- To regain his composure for figures
- Food for rejecting his feet
- Even during--even if it during
- Lying on the floor, stretched after stir
- A soldier frames the wall
- A step by boulder
- A train by life station
- I was able to take the old north of town
- Bradbury's closet
- A mummy's leggings
- Sipping mother's sweat
- Flash like an individual there
- I realize the skyline while playing catch with mother's death
- Running far away from a city, to return a week later
- Carried the clock over
- We have been meeting years
- Chocolate Italian princess
- Champion of Years
- "How much longer will I be able to remount the mothproof thrusting..."
- Over as rivers are over