Fall 2008
Hood
I'm feeling that negative
Along the sides of my legs,
If I were a fish
It would mean a barracuda's hard by
If you start to imagine
You feel the magnetic fields
The colander and the aluminum
Are in the lower cabinet on the right
This is gravity coming for us
The disaster movies always talk about
The enormous impact crater,
The tsunamis, dust blotting out the sun
But what if it was us crash landing
Heh? you see what I mean?
Where'd you go
The dancers in the back
Aren't surprised by your holy water
The nervous laughter in the hallway
Has been expecting to be cut loose
The green fluid leaking
From the duct-taped sedan on the corner
Thinks the sound of the cooling fan
Is hype
The Ultimate Team Chart
Given how much of time pearls.
Now, take a walk from the subway
To your last place of residence.
The changes to the roster of local retail.
A couple you always noticed
With a new dog, facial scars.
The thick light of a humid day,
Swelling of the river. Love the cars
Comparing subwoofers. I love
The givens of a neighborhood,
The opportunities (declined) to become jaded.
My art is what's eating your shoes.
Jordan Davis is the author of Million Poems Journal, and a columnist for The Constant Critic. With Chris Edgar he edits The Hat, an annual journal.