VINYL POETRY

Volume 7, February 2013

BIRDIE
John MortaraView Contributor’s Note

PARSE TABLE

INPUT
OUTPUT
open
now the air in there, is the air out here; with each door the world grows wider
plan
lines and numbers manifest; they are dazzle; rough estimate of what will never pass
worry
the universe groans as it narrows; whatever you’re looking at appears much larger than before
wish
you do not have any shooting stars, heads-up pennies, chicken bones, or birthday candles in your inventory; suppose we could pluck some eyelashes
save
mother always said; though there’s no real turning-back; who’s a hero anyway
speak
hours spent collecting letters; they bounce off cave walls backwards unwanted
carry
wow, it’s just like holding; the difference is how you feel the weight
leave
there is something you cannot take; maybe a country or a kiss; it’s only just going if you keep