Stationing, Spring in fragments & Iraq in fragments
by Eric Linsker
[ poetry - december 07 ]
Stationing
I remember how I discovered
the wall
I thought you were laughing but it is your head out the window
the current operation is called to exist or cross the garden rather
the wristwatch on her arm in her hair doing the end
the end being deployed between us
the head recently associated with the body
someone to know we were good
what light would stop in the trees
my hand with sun
the trees taking everything
Spring in fragments
Well of course I like to sit around and change
Then after a while everything else, to the last things
Are there no helpings on my back
Behave yourself now
There was an amount of time you
took to hang up the phone
after you hung up the phone
You hold an orange but will
not move your lips
The human is capable of looking at another’s back
and marching
Stay warm there
Iraq in fragments
There were fish
there are streets here and there
go straight
he loves me he loves me
I used to dream of work
what’s work how’s it done
what is it
how many houses
in the morning
when he left in the morning
he said come with me
it’s for the oil
it’s for the oil, isn’t it
I’ll go to that country
The beautiful one
