Two Poems

calligraphy school dropout

my low sodium ham radio balls

first pierced by guiding rods

I’ll be in the lost ark warehouse

when metal catheter teeth

pin me to the corkboard

the sum of my existence

cut down to a single powder blue ribbon

with the only words that will echo

through the aquarium glass of generations:

honorable mention

further discussions on patina

blinded by the laser beams breaking

in the spokes of double bridges

two river convergence folk discussing estuaries

in caption bubbled crosshatched clouds

before clusters of army green almonds

under sycamores carrying golden bags

deciding which domesticated animals have souls and why

in agreement that soul criteria are arbitrary

there are no ponies in heaven because the shape of their pupils

a blanket of warm air

between the fold of the mountain

see further discussions on patina

and all around are the glowing filaments of sunlight galvanized

over thread moss

this over red velvet cake topsoil

this under mountains rolled through a rock tumbler

this standing next to another pioneering bottle garden

dying alone so many times that

it’s starting to make sense

look for me reconstructed in the pollen

it’s amazing how thin the air between two people

can get sometimes and still be there all the same

so aware of itself as a barrier

that it’s sickening

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William (he/him) creates sporadic issues of the zines Perfect Smiles in Advertising and the Incomplete Guide to Dead-Wax Etchings. William lives in Perry County Pennsylvania along the Appalachian Trail. Trail name, Wilhelm Fink.