Three Poems
In Which We Are All a Very Troubled Actor
[unreleased music from an orphanage reality show]
the sun went down about a half mile from here.[1]
we watched it settle over the houses and fall away,
finally, into the shoulders of every living thing around.
the rain sings insistence, sings like a tinfoil package
of wasps sings.[2] the engine
noise over the dim light of blind.[3]
you were a child actor—
once, you woke to the faces
of very old men
once, you were unable
to recall ever
having fallen asleep.[4]
a house-covering of dark-feathered bodies circle,
taking shifts on the rails of another family’s porch.
an old man breathes and coincidentally catches fire.[5]
he says that a snow
will fall to reveal the taste
of a plan of wolves—
says, morning is the proof
that nothing
will always rise again.[6]
Footnotes to Selected Cinematic Compositions
[from the songs of R.]
—————
1. maps drawn from satellite imagery
a) imagine, upside down
b) , a gang of dotted stars
2. there is rhythm even in the hands of a busted clock
3. [incessant]
a) as in american vernacular—
b) playground theory
4. resume broadcast feed
a) skeleton hands emerging from a kite’s cocoon
5. sequence remains unexplained
6. a kind of featureless mask,
a) traditionally sewn into the rafters of an estate
Execution Song
[weapons to water]
dimmed in the drizzle of dusk, I raise
a hand to calm the old teething waves.
I set my thoughts to the sway, my heart
sloshing red in time
to the lapping
of the blue foam & green.
nothing is forever,
is a weapon
I pull from my waistband,
guiding it across
my horizon
& then down like a dead,
sinking mast.
I hold the old horse fixed
in my gaze, punch three slugs
into the starboard
side of my conscience—
I release the dogs of harrow,
fire eagles into an antediluvian sea.
David Tomaloff is a very important something. His work has appeared in several chapbooks, anthologies, and in fine publications such as Connotation Press, Sundog Lit, Lost in Thought, and A-Minor. He is co-author of the collaborative poetry collection YOU ARE JAGUAR (Artistically Declined Press). His latest chapbook, SLEEP, is forthcoming from Plain Wrap Press. Send him threats: davidtomaloff.com.