iris

poems by leum

coffee sea temporary color from fire light

Dear rain, shut the door on your way in Some nights I feel the knife at my neck The trees ache to keep whatever dreams And the train blares, and this city dies

coffee sea Pardon me while I hesitate It’s hard speaking to my dead self I told the world too late my thoughts But still I see her in my dreams And I will see her when I die Crunching up zodiac moth wings for ink Fire iris impertinent salutation You can give it all up in your sleep Amethyst scorpions writhing in my teeth

temporary color The applause of rain for the underdressed moon Waiting at the ballroom Our waxing faces carved on the standing rocks

from fire light Tourists love bird whistling yardstick cards Blooded bodice piling this money Old moon breathing in the soil And if I was wind for many thousands of rain Droplets looking at you return To the shore like king fish Would bodies ash from fire light

My bridge forage remembers Leechy honey wise butter sea salt All the eyes I eat looking at my knees Coniferous canaries coddling a canal.

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