MAURICE OLIVER
Five Poems


Adjacent Promenade

Sixty-eight state poppies.
A slobbering Madonna nods twice.
Till marshes resemble stanzas.
In darkness with no instructions.
A parody.  Historicism's fatuity
Newly flared.  In cuffs nickel slots.
Peep.  Peck.
Rub-on a little future,
dreamathon
dancesteps.
Little worlds are images.


Night 9

A Thursday humming will follow.
Fortune shows in a most common form.
In the lungs of a painting.
Through a six-gendered light wind.
Lisps of pride.  Four square plains.
Thumbnail   tins   dimestore comb.
Friendly.  Foreign.
Appears as a vase.
Breastmilk
voice-over
earth's throat was sore.


Action Figures

Makes everything a horizon.
Fans spin out a revolution.
An hourglass instead of a lantern.
In cahoots with the future.
An entity   round like wishes.
Upside down   unscathed   a journey
soft   sift.
Tilts to the left.
Insignias
brushstrokes
with things poking out.

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