Joan McNerney – 4 poems 

While we waited

 

Hearing daybreak begin in

alphabet chaos.

Forgetting ocean trenches are

longer than mountains.

Our cores hard like moons

listening to rhythm of

dead waters.

 

 

The electric generation

watching clocks

push forward on soiled walls.

Worms breeding

from each other. Slimy bellies

dressed in sweat

and polyester.

 

 

Weary with longing to pop

out of our skins.

Our anger burns through eyes of eagles.

This configuration of rage.

Aquila.

Fire flying

We realize not a thing is

w   i   d  e   r

than the sky.

 


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Questions

 

 

His long fingers

search coded panels

buttons cool smooth

attached to glowing screens.

 

Isn’t he powerful?

The general

          general motors

general electric

and the major, major holocaust?

 

So admirable

the admiral

can sweep our planet away

in less than half an hour.

 

Another fact to live with

we can all blow up

in flames.

At any instant

galleries of murdered faces.

 

All of us born with this

strange dilemma.

Why do anything

when everything is wrong?

Our hearts caged in fear.

 

The eyes of the dead

are glassy and surprised

staring with open mouths.

 

Yes and always there is pain

of what could possibly remain.

Perhaps some slabs of concrete?

Is that all we have been building, buildings?

 


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That evening

 

After the operation,                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

you delirious

my heart torn apart

wearing robes of despair

o so heavy my desolation.

 

Walking through town

I passed train stations

where homeless

children sleep

…wild flowers plucked

from gardens of grief.

 

You were conjured up in

my mind as trees draw

your face over tops of

trees blossoms of trees

your fabulous face.

 

I must somehow

continue to live

in this mutilated world.

What is lost

cannot be found.

 


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I planted my garden

 

 

on the wrong side

of moon forgetting

tides of ocean

lunar wax wane

 

only madness

was cultivated

there underground

tubular roots

corpulent veins

 

flowers called

despair gave off

a single fruit…

 

I ate it

my laughter

becoming harsh

my eyes grew

oblique.

 


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Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Seven Circle PressDinner with the MuseBlueline, Midnight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Poppy Road ReviewBright Hills Press Anthologies and many Kind of A Hurricane Publications.  She has been nominated three times for Best of the Net.  Four of her books have been published by fine literary presses and she has four e-book titles. 

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