The Narrow Circle by Nathan Hoks

The Narrow Circle by Nathan Hoks

Author:Nathan Hoks [Hoks, Nathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Poetry
ISBN: 9781101613092
Google: -ssXgN9CP8EC
Amazon: 0143123734
Barnesnoble: 0143123734
Goodreads: 16171195
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2013-06-04T04:00:00+00:00


GOD OF THE INTERIOR

My god is the god of snowdrifts.

My god is the god of dumb beasts and rocks.

I beat on the counter,

I blast a mirror in the sandstorm,

I’m looking for my god but

My god is a quickie,

My god is a Popsicle melting on the pavement

And I’m happy I have shoes.

My god is the author of seven books of poems.

My god treads upon the ground

But laughs like a ballerina.

My god yowls in a pillow

And I yowl in a pillow and together

We are the choir of angels.

My god has bad manners, shitty syntax,

And a rusty shovel heavier than snow.

Let’s help him out.

Let’s buy him a snowblower.

Let’s bring him a care package.

My god is the emperor of ice cream

And the prince of hate and the queen of voltage

And the whore of capitalism.

My god is a circuit breaker.

My god was born in the mouth of a slaughtered cow

And dropped in the sink by an indifferent nurse.

My god’s heart is an affliction.

My god’s face is an abrasion.

My god says nobody is perfect,

Nobody is holy.

Nobody can look at my god without

Feeling a wheel grinding at the ribcage.

My god is falling through the storm cloud

And needs a better parachute.

My god crawls on his belly because

My god is a saint.

My god is a suicide because

My god is a saint.

I walk around town looking

For my god in the windows

And in the bare branches

And in the bookstores

And in the dog shit.

My god lives on a fire escape.

My god has no tangible benefits to the soul.

My god is the word “No” stuck in the mouth.

My god my god every word is my god.

My god is a cutthroat.

My god consists of nothing but muscle.

My god wears too much makeup

Which blocks his pores so the sweat can’t escape.

It’s hard to know if I only have one god.

My god lives in the capital of pain.

My god is bored with the intellect and drunk by noon.

My god hates vegetables but eats them in emergencies.

My god is the shadow on the river.

My god is a good mother.

My god doesn’t give a shit.



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