Patrick Kurth
In hide of palm,
A need of want
Loops a pommel
With callous smiles,
Tugs the gut tight
With a braid ‘’‘’‘’‘’‘’‘’
‘’‘’‘’‘’‘’‘’‘’ of doubt. Drought
Cakes hard and tenders
A feint of use.
I guess everything
Can be a paperweight
Or a gravemarker.
Day goes dim,
Paws a tuft of straw and dung,
Gnats wait in murmuration.
Angst champs the bit
Giddy already
On the pallet’s promises.
Corn in flower,
A lather of molasses,
The beetle ensemble balleting
To rafter clef,
Clover tenor, and
Cobweb twang.
But beware the semaphores of mare thieves for
Their pirouette may unbeknownst
Cut the tether,
Then there’s just
The endless pasture,
Another Carignano,
Monstrous plaza ,
Which gives nothing
Of direction
Or definition
But the endless drift of
Symmetry in symmetry
To the asymptote of sense.
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Patrick Kurth lives in Berlin, where he helps to run ‘Bridge’, a print and performance series featuring the work of local poets. His own writing can be read in past and forthcoming issues of Third Point, Panoply, Red Flag, Soundings East, River River, and the FU Review.