Peter Schwartz
3 obstructions to duende: a triptych
1.
always wondering how many times
i can recruit myself to sledgehammer the neutrality
to call forth the blizzard of muscles it takes
to build even a temporary temple
to rely on crayons and needles
to touch my poor cave walls with grace
to employ barefoot omens
(discarded) as i melt into the aftershock
of your radiating accusations
2.
i’m an impatient thanksgiving
i can only forgive so much so fast and life’s always happening
i need a spaceship, somewhere to go off and digest
or i lose to the holy grudge of my own betrayed voltage
capsize and drown where that lighting
just belonged
3.
something wants a kiss but i don’t know where
so i forfeit the inward like a bad husband, remembering
missing fingers and a flowering sense of apocalyptic
terror, rootless medicine to wave goodbye to
as once again the stratosphere leaves
an ugly cousin of what
was just true
(and i know everything that matters
has already happened)
Peter Schwartz‘s words have been featured in Wigleaf, Opium, and Columbia Review. He’s also an artist, comedian, and dedicated kayaker. More at: www.sitrahahra.com
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