Three by
Timothy Resau
Summertime Notices
for Corinne Braker
Paperback notices in summertime heat,
& newspaper time’s an empty poolhall dream—
Ah, summertime creation/
empty summertime shoes/
summertime dream,
like perfect faces with bubblegum grins
&
dead end streets/
summertime—
long heat-filled nites / curtains glowing
white moonlite
dewlite
saberlite—
Lone passengers on deserted buses lost
in the drunken darkness—
Summertime, & heat clouds — prayer eager lips—
dark, swept streets — passing / going.
Notice the steam rising off the asphalt
like cool voices hitting a closed door ...
— We’ll see you there tomorrow ...
O expectations.
Last August
for Allen Ginsberg
Twelve vultures soaring thru the sky,
high above blue-grey clouds,
flying across a white sun—
Pale sun—
Zing the sting of passing bees,
going from clover to clover,
hovering in brick-oven August heat.
Hot sun—
Pale pale-pale afternoon heatlight:
carbon grey and pressure silver
within afternoon blaze—
Summer Sun—
An August with a “bum rap” broken foot—
— A single footed day’s rag,
the famous poet told me, laughing,
his cigarette ashes falling everywhere like
his forgotten poems.
Portrait of a City
Torment in the broken tunnels.
The elderly with meshed-wired heads
growing like rampant insanity—
No trust—
No soul—
God barren cacti
in a wilderness
of broken buildings.
Timothy Resau’s poems and prose have recently appeared in The Sparrow’s Trombone, Sylvia Magazine, The Beautiful Space, Loch Raven Review, Babel Tower Notice Board, Better than Starbucks, Fictional Café, BlazeVOX, Ephemeral Elegies, The Metaworker and KGB Bar Literary Journal and is forthcoming in Superpresent, New Note Poetry, Soul-Lit and Poetica.