derrick mund

A Poem For Julie Carr

you thought there was
a word for that
color
for two stars growing
closer together
the endless riff
densely grained
dense with wear

or circular with elegy
I if I close
each yellow word
except my eyes
what I see
is livid with little yellow nights

and in an afternoon
you thought there was a word for a color
for two stars growing
closer together

their endless riff
densely grained
as dense with wear
as with circular elegy

and if I close
each yellow word
except our eyes

what I see
is livid with
little yellow nights

this laurel

this ocean

this pivot of violet

and unfit lipstick

is can I put my skin on

what the air wears

spooky action at a distance

is if this be error

upon me proved

is it me
or an enormous emoting and gigantic gong