#michael gizzi

[fluttering-slips]

Requiem in March

Father when I heard you were gone I walked in my sleep like a gun looking for a head was it wrong to think you were indestructible if it was only a plane crash why didn’t you walk from the wreckage after three days of rain the earth is drenched and shiny like an airplane I think of birds that bathe in puddles on your grave biting water finding a life and those that die lying like airplanes in the forest I have dug ditches in my skull for each of them

Michael Gizzi

[thin-pilot]

Baghdad by Michael Gizzi

     Drink only to excess      Detox with women     Or what you like, the surface of her leaf wavy like the surface of the sea. A loin perhaps, or lupin - 'long purples' called orchis mas but liberal shepherds give a grosser name!      Is not the root a privy part, happy with little inward leafcakes, trickle escapin' from a corner of delight?      Of course androgyny is one inflection of paradise - the feathers one hasn't, the other half has. Only,      mind your head when risin.

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