zafusy

contemporary poetry journal

Fifth Dialogue

In a boy
the voice makes
           an oval frame
calls a metal three
and four into his mouth
“It’s not enough 
           to stop thinking”
A picture of actual
metal in actual teeth
In an oval frame
the voice makes
           the boy is curled
           feet up and floating
           neck bent at
           painful angles
The voice leans
normal as shit
           to point into the frame
to point into the three 
into the spiral 
the boy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Michael Sikkema

    Element Suite

    No Fireball

    and Yes Fireball
                            turn the spit,
                squirt this
                            tear-drop-shaped
    space between screen
                            and projector
                Tossed off by this friction,
                            I'm a tic past solution
    Contact makes my legs sing
                            I'll call it wingless flight











Michael Sikkema