From ACROSS THE GRAND PIANO
bells seized
bowing briefly
measuring the mechanics
of
is
i remember you were there
for awhile
*
a white forest of candles
the movements of
a hundred powdered heads
fragments of
an unexpected
and delicate
ocean
*
at times great walls
the last line of
a fabulously beautiful
color
*
he called after
echoing and embroidering
the alley—
a country
big enough to hold
the baker’s
war-dancing children
*
perception
no color
the soft charcoal of shadows
glued on a compass
a half rose
sweeping open
after a pause
Matt McBride
teaches composition as a Senior Lecturer for Ohio State University. He has
poetry appearing in or forthcoming from Another Chicago Magazine, Columbia
Poetry Review, Cream City Review,
FENCE, The Pinch, and Smartish Pace
amongst others. His latest chapbook, Cities
Lit by the Light Caught in Photographs, was released in 2012 by H_NGM_N
Books. He works on staff at Memorious.org and
Vouched Books. His blog is http://inventionsofthemonsters.blogspot.com/.