POEM WRITTEN WITH LI CH’ING CHAO

 

Tears streak my rouge

and outside it’s raining

motionless rain the air

will carry me away

or I will become so drunk

I’ll forget all my passwords

and never stop talking

of their beauty.

For reasons unaccountable

I am ill, combing my long

hair exasperates me

in my hair dreams.

In the morning I have

no hair, Spring is late

only 1 or 2 people have viewed

my latest post.

 

 

 

LLAMA SUTRA

 

The point is that everyone

inside themselves has

a flower; I put the book down.

I don’t really care for flowers.

I have never been able

to grow a thing,

my home-made sauerkraut

was middling.

     I think

the point is everyone

inside themselves

has whatever they think

they have there.

 

The point is I have to read

for work

such nonsense. I click

on a story of a llama

running wild in the city

running wild and looking pretty.

 

 

 

I AM SO DRUNK, I’M SUCH A LOSER

 

I was sitting on a park bench

designed so 2 benches shared

one back

when a young woman

collapsed into it

and puked

into the sand and gravel

which I pretended

to ignore

and several times

she slammed her body

back into the bench

which was our bench

conveying without saying so

“I am so drunk”

as well as

“I’m such a loser”

and began to slap her face

to reset herself

which alone is so sad

and then she hopped up

to join her daughters

 

 

Matthew Rohrer is the author of 9 books of poetry, most recently THE OTHERS (Wave Books), which won the Believer Book Award. He lives in Brooklyn and teaches at NYU.

One response to “Three Poems”

  1. JJStick says:

    Damn fine poems.

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