David Hubbard

Poems

 

WORLD WITHOUT GYMNOPÉDIES

Her ache

a run-on sentence

beginning like

Forgive me God,

for ever taking Satie

for granted

His song

a question

circling like,

What if language

cannot teach us

anything?

Play again

her childhood song

coming home like,

Memories buoyed

from sleep’s pitched ink

Or joyful tears

blurring the notes

of sheet music

ARIA, NO. 4

you dream life

into truth

imagine me,

electric

in universe,

parallel

for you, my equal

appearing and new

i hold in my attitude

the favor of nations

i consume dark matter

and roar stars

THE REBELLION OF SISYPHUS

at first

the stones

would not 

speak to me

on my last push

they wept

that i would stay

only those

who chain death

can guess

how i reached

the other side

Wayne David Hubbard is the author of Mobius: Meditations on Home, and his poems and essays have appeared in Button Poetry, The Good Men Project, and various literary journals. His latest collection, Death Throes of the Broken Clockwork Universe, is now available. Born and raised in New Jersey, he now lives in Virginia and works in aviation.

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