0ffroad
by Doug Bolling
Your coming out of the
pages.
Flame in the darker
corners.
0ur mouths computing a
text by which
to.
A platform of arrivals
& departures.
So the cello by which we
managed.
Your wooings of those
lost to departure.
0ur map falling into
shreds as
we dived into the blue
lagoon.
As we folded the books
into a darkness
of light.
You saying: we are made
of water & grass.
We write poems to what
isn’t
or might not
be.
Doug Bolling’s poetry has appeared in Toasted Cheese, Storm Cycle, Marginalia, Indefinite Space, Tribecca Poetry Review and Basalt among many others. He has received four Pushcart Prize nominations and explores the many forms of current experimentalism. 0ccupies space-time in the Chicago area.
