Two Poems
Raymond Farr
They Love a Good Lemon Poem
The epitome
Of amber caution lights
Just dangled there like daisies
Someone sd my poems had eyes
Like rambling steppes
& I sd they have no eyes
In hopeful words as
Soft & yellow as beams
Of summer sun
I sd they are here to observe
They love a good lemon poem
As they love their own
Bebop tapping foot, I sd
The Dumbkopf Machine
Mourning our skeleton
Of white picket fences
We negotiate
With language
Like people smoking purely
Out of outrage
It’s a perfectly normal thing
To breed vipers
Without meaning to
A poem may or may not be
The blank face of
Another ordinary day
Or the stolen identity
Of a lost horizon
Setting itself on fire
But where the dance
Of glare eludes
The already begun decay
Of color & shape
There is no such accuracy
We came into this life
Already knowing
Each curtained flinch
Of the dumbkopf machine
Is randomized
By circumstance
I merely denotes
Raymond Farr is the author of Ecstatic/.of facts (Otoliths 2011), as well as big strange wall, Rien Ici and Writing What For? across the Mourning Sky. His latest book Poetry in the Age of Zero Grav is due out in 2014. His poems appear from time to time in Otoliths, Upstairs at Duroc, Cricket On Line Review, Indefinite Space, BlazeVox and West Wind Review. He is editor of the experimental poetry zine Blue & Yellow Dog.
