Seven Poems

Laura Moriarty

MEETING

He let go of me

What no one turns

Returns like a wheel (embarks)

Revisits remains

All the sugar in the world

Cafe china fantasy of white not

Leaving here not stopped

A juke box starts

The way back

Now this act

A short song

The road tangled

Apostacy to take

Give oneself up to

One who sings

Has already has left

Sleepy now not

Understanding night

Without sleep

All that is wanted

A phrase away

Is late the street wakes

He takes himself

Not meeting

HOTEL

First dream against walls

The scene pressed into unsaid

But possible as pictured without

Control as with dream the scale

Large the scene clear of will

Of what disturbs you

My question

In the courtyard the hotel statue

The wings of it poised

Too much singing

To yourself, myself

Conventional fountain but dry

Agreement also silent

TIN BOX

Heart with nails

No words

Car starting

The play

Lime and mint

Ciudad

Come here for this

Lit from within

Homage á Jack

His traveling name

Address floating

Paper trembling wings

Fans in this heat

“that was all he could do”

Car start repetition

The dead team Us

FIRST SONG

Tell me to sing

A series to serenade to calm

To clarify to drizzle

Walk go along to the ocean

Without light with light to the sea

You were with me in hell

It wasn’t like hell

We were under the sea

The same as love you were/are

Tell me to embrace you

Carry you off two or three ways

How many in this song

How many times going

Gone by boat to the sea

More sacred to us than something

Tell me to hold you

STUPID MOON

Stupid moon

Unfortunate creature in it

Voice like a whistle

Source of rumors

Used me like a radio

Innuendo of success left

They call it the clap

When after something

A dose men say

That said

My name for you

Not written here

EARTH FORGOTTEN

Stucco to terracotta

In cameo half sky

From one direction the town

Size unclear the eyes also

Too long gone

The constant misremembered

Beginning of time

Depersonalized but okay

Destination Moon

Protagonist cratered and pale

Seeks inaccurate revenge

Travels by thinking

FATE/SONG FORM

Blameless this claim

That I or you

Do nothing no one

Knows where you are

Animal or minimal

Second the seconds passed

Allowed by you or that I

Would have

Slowly around us the field

Did you hear me?

With clarity as if not

Needing it to be real