c.rohrbacher

Father and Son


Dreamers Are Gluttons

 

Inheritance

 

Over  A Bowl Of Potato And Corn Soup, Mr. Marvin Tells Me How He Castrated Baby Goats

 

Love Poem #1


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135th & Crossing


It Could've Been


Kermit's Jazz


The Muse


Herman


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In Time


Bottomed Out Language


Such Fears


Spreading Out Histories


Days Unfold


There is a Flutter of Noise in My Head






 

There Is A Flutter Of Noise In My Head

 

Angels pop like fireflies

around me.  I want

to extract my soul. 

This parasite

on flesh needs a new

shape, a suggestion

like water in a balloon,

a moth bursting

from its cocoon. 

This imagination opens

a thousand butterfly

wings, lifts a body

upward into a parabola

of color and light.

If I could hold

any of it

in my bare hands,

I'd feel the arrogance

of passion, see its heat

burn the moths

of thought, and perhaps,

even if for just a second,

understand what it is.

 

Originally published in Dream fantasy International, now defunct.


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