Tuesday, June 04, 2019

Tuesday poem #322 : Lindsay Turner : FORMS OF DISPLEASURE

the hawks are a-nesting
storms in the evenings
no the hawks are re-nesting
the forest is gone

they clearcut the forest
the smell of black plastic
the forms of displeasure
circling the lot

prescient bright winged things
big iridescent bubbles
the forms of displeasure
blow over like storms

what you need to understand is
it's systems not people
the bright formal nothings
go rising up the hill

it’s systems not people
it’s braided with pleasure
phthalates and parabens
circling like drones

what goes in the new space
are you the new girl
like rotted out rope strands
the rope hollow at the core

Lindsay Turner is the author of Songs & Ballads (Prelude, 2018). Her translations from the French include Ryoko Sekiguchi's adagio ma non troppo (Les Figues, 2018), and St├ęphane Bouquet's The Next Loves (Nightboat, 2019). She lives in Greenville, South Carolina, where she teaches English and Creative Writing at Furman University.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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