Poem: Robot factory
Robot factory By Patrick T. Reardon . Windows broken, robot factory silent, acres of weed-written empty — I flame by on Cain & Abel Highway for Albuquerque, wanting to get where I’m [...]
Poem: Heron
Heron By Patrick T. Reardon . Great blue heron, white in high green, folds on self, forward falls toward water, clear space, wingspan wind-catch, rise in flight. . I am [...]
After reading “State of Relax” by Eileen Myles
After reading “State of Relax” by Eileen Myles By Patrick T. Reardon . "Cows kissing goats" — Bible-immersed — I see lions bedding with lambs. . Calliope of poem, lustful, [...]
Poem: When
. When By Patrick T. Reardon When I sit and when I stand. When clots of fog cover the restless river. When tick tocks. When I die and when I [...]
Poem: “After”
After By Patrick T. Reardon . After clangor parade, after wailing trombones, teletype drums, clockwork drum majors and majorettes, after cymbal clamor of arena-full horde, pent-up for release, for rebound [...]
Poem: “Marriage Song”
Marriage Song Patrick T. Reardon . We exult at the joining of young lives. We dance the dance of joy. . This is a time of merriment. This is a [...]
Two poems about McDonald’s at 56th Street and Eighth Avenue in Manhattan
Two poems about McDonald's at 56th Street and Eighth Avenue in Manhattan By Patrick T. Reardon Three hundred and sixteen days later The man [...]
Poem: The lost tribes, part 4
The lost tribes, part 4 By Patrick T. Reardon . We are lost in Viagra’d beds, in sticky, spilled orange sidewalk pop, in black sidewalk gum, in sidewalk blood, in [...]
Poem: “Allelulia steeples”
Alleluia steeples By Patrick T. Reardon Give me two mule-loads of mud flooded with the Lord God, the water in which I washed, plunged seven times, gagged, [...]
Poem: Behind the mask
Behind the mask By Patrick T. Reardon (mask) Behind the museum glass, a polished marble scream, frozen, with large round eye openings, pale stone, gray as smoke, [...]