JIM GOAR
BLOOD LINES
sheets all filled with lemon
snow and everything is children
from the plant we tend music
of statues drip home open window
sleds of glass bird whose name
we do not know melt back and
forth in the tub a ducky quackady
quack on the bed you need another
shower of snow blue flower parted
this music is closest to German
JANUARY 29, 2006
(LUNAR NEW YEAR)
The washing machine
and no water the poem
without a bird without
Hye-yeon my darling the OJ is
warm and my coffee is no help
I live next to a
monastery bell that rings
33 times before sunrise
and 28 times at five
"the tutor's prince-nez lies upon yr
daughter's white breast"
I have forgotten so many lines this winter