Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Lego

Lego

The Lego
on the pine straw
is now inanimate,
but in the nascent age 
it's the piece of a starship
piloted by a lizard.

-Robert L. Jackson III


Sunday, March 25, 2018

Presence and Absence


Presence and Absence

In the empty sky
are the power of those eyes.
In static sound,
white noise
from an empty radio,
is the texture of the voice.
In fog
is the exhumed breath
of you
nourishing my skin.

-Robert L. Jackson III


Sunday, March 4, 2018

Deep Time

Deep time

I caught
the white rabbit,
forever late,
and sacrificed it
for thought.

-Robert L. Jackson III


Sunday, February 11, 2018

Purple

Purple

On faux seas
float
with no hope to sink
and no need for wind.
The hull carries the loot
of 1000 mardi gras beads.
Potholes on the road
crash as waves on the bow.
Planks of paper
soften in the rain,
revealing the dark machine
underneath.

-Robert L. Jackson III




Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Moon Poem


Another Moon Poem Defending its Territory

The moon,
in glowing silence,
controls the port,
submerging
the jagged reef 
at high tide,
but showing its teeth
during the reciprocal age.

-Robert L. Jackson III



Friday, January 26, 2018

intravenous

Drip your blood
to me
through the intravenous
holes in time and space.
Drip your love
to me
through quantum fibers
and tears in science.

-Robert L. Jackson III


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Sunday, January 21, 2018

Hum

Hum

The modern machines
are too quiet,
humming in harmony,
but muted,
and we live unaware
of their conversions.
The engines of nature
have no buffers
over the rustling of leaves
the chirping of birds,
the scratching of wood,
or the calls in the night,
except for the stealth
of the predators.

-Robert L. Jackson III