Tuesday, September 29, 2015

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
filled with sunflowers
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.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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