3 Poems by Cedar Sigo
(Three takes on Alfred Starr Hamilton)
For I pulled my blue coat over my subway sleeve
I had to leave to let the cat out
I had just enough change to ride it to the end
The lines corresponded to the rainbow bolted map
I was nearly shot. The same vampires casting about underground
The country folk had caught up with my manner of hearing
Such resonant shapes meant danger
The golden poem is a flower dropped on its head
Broken open bleeding in a pool
And through death we incite further poets
We nail the old bottles to the wooden box
Aren’t we all dying to vacation?
Aren’t we all mad from wasted money?
Aren’t we all scribbling into invisible lockets?
Aren’t we all trying to form the perfect search?
Don’t we wish to be left alone in a workroom?
Aren’t we all waiting for the cake to cool until it’s iced?
A brown rooming house withered
Kept up all night
With frozen flickering lights
for Norma Cole
in hair-sprayed lilac
out from her green box
grip in flickers
always with adjacent
counting house a blizzard
of crystal is blushing
outside the searchlights
all shored up
past our secret
we will continue in our work
as to when
(sun beheaded-blank-no blood)
It is the occasional
bend in a turnpike
a long curve
my fitful sleep
A trampling heard
is springing loose
for Julian Talamantez Brolaski
we have done
just to write
it plainly as fact
would be beautiful
with no choice
shall be termed