Four Poems
Dennis Formento
Pastorale
I am a sheep
who does not resign himself
to the ways of other sheep
And a cow blooms out of my ankle
tonight
somebody spilled the sky
somebody spilled the sky
I put an old vinyl record on the stereo
of the world as it used to be
the lamps flickered and the tracks crackled
the needle skipped a cut or two
an old black dog slipped out of the grooves
and howled
I’m looking forward to seeing that old world again
in pixels and stars
the fate of the rain
the bridge between sky and ground
The Good News
It was so cold
my shadow froze
on the wall.
The good news
is that I am immortal.
The bad news
is that I will be sick
forever.
Poem: Two Gods
Two gods worship each other at the same time
ice packs of clear blue seas ovulate in the center of the galaxy
where does it go on the bridge
the bridge to other cesspools
fallopian tunnels into other mammals
expelling Lucifer with a spoon
two gods worship each other at the same time
in spirit if not in blood and bone
there is always another god around the corner
and another hideaway home
10-08-17
Poet and activist Dennis Formento lives in Slidell, LA, across Lake Pontchartrain from his native New Orleans. He is the author of Spirit Vessels (FootHills Publishing, 2018), Cineplex (Paper Press, 2014) and Looking for An Out Place (FootHills Publishing, 2010). He edited Mesechabe: The Journal of Surregionalism and founded Surregional Press, a small press omnibus that parks well in small spaces.