My savior has powers and he needs.
To be convinced to use them for good.
Up until now he has been.
A no-call no-show. The menace.
Of ecstasy like a hornets nest buzzing.
Under ice. Like scabs of rust.
On a plane wing. I am younger than.
I pretend to be. Almost everyone.
Is younger than I pretend to be. I am a threat.
And full of grief even.
In my joy. Like a cat who kills.
A mouse at play and tries.
To lick it back to life. The cat lives.
Somewhere between wonder.
And shame. I live in a great mosque.
Built on top of a flagpole. Up here.
Whatever happens happens.
Loudly. All day I hammer the distance.
Between the earth and me.
Into faith. Blue light pulls in through.
The long crack in my wall. Braids.
Into a net. The difference between.
A real voice and the other kind.
Is the way its air vibrates.
Through you. The violence.
In your middle ear.
© Kaveh Akbar 🔒
Some other random works of this poet:
- Reza’s Restaurant, Chicago, 1997
- Against Dying
- Despite My Efforts Even My Prayers Have Turned into Threats
- Morning Prayer with Rat King
- River of Milk
- Portrait of the Alcoholic Floating in Space with Severed Umbilicus
- I Wouldn’t Even Know What to Do with a Third Chance
- Waiting for the Twelfth
- Against Vanity
- No Is a Complete Sentence
- Being in This World Makes Me Feel Like a Time Traveler
- A Boy Steps Into the Water
- Exciting The Canvas
- My Kingdom for a Murmur of Fanfare
- Ways to Harm a Thing
- What Use Is Knowing Anything If No One Is Around
- Tower of Babel
- The New World
- The Perfect Poem
- Look, the Human Is Shrinking
- Forfeiting My Mystique
- What Seems Like Joy
- Orchids are Sprouting From the Floorboards