Tuesday poem #669 : Larry Sawyer : Filled with the Memory of Your Porcelain Abandonment

 

I am your animal filled with light.

My eyes are yellow flame.

In the night I 
lurk among the flowers, 
where they lie sleeping. 

Inside each shadow there is an appointment I am keeping. 

I enter the dark and 
sit on a chair 
made only of the evening air. 

When the moon rises I reach up to touch it. Then
I chop off the summer with a hatchet.

Our train arrives at midnight, let’s catch it.

Larry Sawyer (US and Canadian) was a poet, essayist, and fiction writer. His books of poetry include The Blue Butterfly (Guernica, 2027); Daylight Hammer (mother’s milk press, 2021); Breaking Lorca (White Hole Press, 2014); Vertigo Diary (Blaze VOX, 2013); Unable to Fully California (Otoliths Press, 2010), and A Chaise Lounge in Hell (above/ground press, 2003), among many others.

An extensive collection of his poetry and correspondence has been archived at Berkeley University’s Bancroft Library, as well, his poetry has been archived in libraries at Yale, University of Chicago, Ohio State University, UCLA, and in his hometown of Fairborn, Ohio, US.

Originally from Ohio (US), Larry lived in Chicago for 19 years, and recently in Toronto, ON, Canada for 5 years with his longtime collaborator, partner, and fellow poet, Lina Ramona Vitkauskas.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan