POETRY – 5 Poems by A.R. Francis

LAMENTATION

All affairs without mind are now trivial
and the sound of the rail petulant
time is not a muse
it is burrowing somewhere
without blossoms

and the branches
flowers and unkind gazes
sear the ready silence

a bitter orange is glass
waning twilight asphalt
the rest sleep sound on broken benches

IT IS LETTING THE PAGES SLIDE THROUGH YOUR FINGERS

The chambers of wind-beaten poetry
Too much wine
Wood dipped in chocolate
Ghosts of beggars entertaining xenophobes
On crowded streets

GESTURE

I rap my finger on the bar

a single drink
hours beside a girl

two chairs
on the ceiling of
so many
horizons

you confide in me
a weary silence

SO TANGIBLE A WONDER IS LIGHT

Concealing
idle brilliance

the lonely failure of a single

chime

or cost of
early
entrance
to the body

in limbo
we are innocent

DEATH OF THE ARTIST

at last alone
with your horrible devices

the recession of skin
the lightness of hair

no pity
no regalia

just the swell of the wave
and the mist
of shade
wind
and trash

A.R. Francis was born in Baltimore, Maryland and currently lives in New York City. His previous work has appeared in Black Heart Magazine, Glassworks, and Dovetail.

 

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