Dana Jerman (Poetry)

Coming out of her crowded eyes
something like a visiting reaction by
the dilated numbers of electric impatience
antagonizing open the vocabulary trade.


Martch-

All we had was wine.
So every night we drank.
And its flavors filled up our dreams with hot things.
We awoke to crave the texture and flavor of cool things.



1) in a red dress, in a red room

she sits and waits for sun.
it is midnight and she craves noon
in a red dress in a red room.
sanguine chair holds her curves and sex
tonight offers no lover
so she covets just one.
in a red dress in a red room
she sits and waits for sun.

2). In the eventuality of a graveyard

And the permanence of the messages others have made
Left to living souls interpretation of the bard
In the eventuality of a graveyard.
Flags, bottles, flowers, books in the rain
Only the stones hold words that do not fade
In the eventuality of a graveyard
And the permanence of the message others have made.

3). The smoke of mother's cigarette

a tiny cloud against the night
each thought incubates in the toilet
the smoke of mother's cigarette
so gradual silence it appears
and comes and goes without a fight
the smoke of mothers cigarette
a tiny cloud against the night.