Min Poems

Chapter 2

Moving forward, I want my disease to be my companion,

so she can help me write my canon.
Eclipse
I borrowed the eyes of an eclipse,

to wink Eden under the table,
I saw a secret, which is to say –

I didn’t see it:
to borrow eyes from not a friend, but Mother

Nature,
to see what I can’t see unseen.
Gunshot romance
There’s a girl sitting next to me,

belongs in a Tarantino movie.

But I’m not dodging bullets;

I’m only dodging a longshot kiss.
How Terrifying…
How terrifying death is

in the middle of a thought.

My eyes wanted to slam shut

such that they could defend

against what I know not.
Kindness 
Sometimes human kindness

to one another

is so short

 		as to be nonexistent.
Nausea
There is nothing more repulsive

than the smiling photo of a politician

in their ad,

those papers glued to surfaces many,

like a parasite —

those who themselves are but a surface plenty.
Waterfall 
I want my thoughts

to descend

like a waterfall,

such that the droplets form

an image of you.
When…
When every word you’ve used

Too much —

It’s a hollowed word,

	Sans thought.


Word Map of a Cat on a Mat
Putting the indexes out,

I saw the cat,

Sleeping with torso outstretched

While I, unheimlich, rushed to and fro;

On a mat, it sat — in peace,

And I said sighing, what I want is that.

 
Bio:
 
Michael T. Smith is an Assistant Professor of English who teaches both writing and film courses. He has published over 150 pieces (poetry and prose) in over 80 different journals. He loves to travel.
 
 
 
 

Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times ; his publications include
 
All the Babble of the Souk , Cartoon Molecules and Next Arrivals, collected poems, as well as translation of Guadalupe Grande´s La llave de niebla, as Key of Mist and the recently published Tesserae , a translation of Carmen Crespo´s Teselas.
 
You may visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (University of Leeds)