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Howie Good

The Osprey

Coming
out of the sun,

it passes
with steady,
languid
wingbeats
over the marsh,

clutching
in its claws
a fish

that must be
astonished
to be flying.

Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.

 

Howie Good

Accidentally Like a Martyr

I don’t pray
and I don’t believe

in ghosts,

but sometimes
it just happens –

our eyes allow
beautiful light

to get in.

Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.

 

Howie Good

Woken by Worry

There’s just enough light
bleeding in through the window
for me to see what isn’t there,

a man in plastic sunglasses
opening a black umbrella
like some kind of signal
for the dark to start shrieking.

Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.

Howie Good

Wind Song 

There’s so much
going on here
it’s always worth
getting out of the car,
and if you listen
really quietly,
you can hear
the stream flowing
and these people
who survived
by eating weeds
and even talk
proudly about it.

Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.

Howie Good

An Unfortunate Juxtaposition 

It’s heartbreaking
and difficult
to hear about,

but beached whales
attract sharks,
and that’s when

she called the cops,
the three worst things
you can do.

Howie Good is still on the pavement, still thinking about the government.

Howie Good

Overdose 2.0

There are many places
where a person can get lost
and not even realize it
until they are lost for good,
but maybe you did find
hints along the way,
seeing things that weren’t there,
the occasional escalator
going up into a vagina,
and if so, it would have been
like a Persian astronomer
from the 13th century
came to you in your sleep
and showed you the blue-
black smoke of stars,
and then, except for his dead voice,
everything would have burned
ten thousand times darker.

Howie Good is on the pavement, thinking about the government.

Howie Good

To My Father, Who Asked
What My Poems Mean 

Little, very little,
almost nothing in fact,

just the blind howls
of a barren woman

giving birth to something
unexplainable

in a dark corner
of the attic.

One of Howie Good‘s latest books is Hitchhiking Through the Apocalypse (Grey Book Press).