Tuesday poem #130 : Lillian Necakov : Heliotropic

Snowflakes fat as bread

are informing us that spring

is a chance encounter

a vestibule to an unbalanced mind

no one is mowing the lawn

jolliness has been obviated from the narrative

no one is sitting on the porch

nothing is more than a machine

if the moon kisses me one more time

I will scream

hearts are pounding

there is no room for metaphor

close the curtains

dream of your extravagant desert

afternoons

filled with sunflowers

craning

breaking their necks

to eat the sun.

Lillian Necakov is the author of 5 full-length poetry books as well as numerous chapbooks. Her work has appeared in many print and online publications all around this fine globe. She lives in Toronto, where she runs the Boneshaker Reading Series.

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