Two Poems: ‘Melting’ & ‘Robot’
Jon Stone
You’ll be sleeping gently and I’ll know you
by your lurid exterior,
is I know the humboldt squid,
the abandoned arcade.
You’ll be sleeping gently and I’ll know you
by your lurid exterior,
is I know the humboldt squid,
the abandoned arcade.
Let me tell you an interesting lie. I hadn’t seen anything as beautiful as the inside of my eyelids before you found me. That’s not the lie.
but there’s always yesterday too,
which is tomorrow. Where can I go
then, with a new face, another name,
If you resemble… A ghost, Then… Ask the smoke how to Magnetize your skin
of fatigue, of frost
of taking right turns
around the same block for days
for the Memory of a Birthday dying
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