DRECK

NOAM HESSLER

THREE POEMS

THAT DRIVE WE TOOK BACK IN KENNESAW

Really it truly
Was — a stretch of country
Numerously lightened
By your eyes, their — presence,

Mushrooms, yes, mushrooms:
Yous popping up like shellfish
After a — or mushrooms after
A rain the —
Rearview mirror, the
Sideview mirror
And sideview mirror (left),
Your eyes reflecting yourself
In the rearview mirror
Reflecting your eyes.

SEX IN TENTS

“Quick, fast” she mumbled.
I hammered down nothing,
Skin blown off by headwinds.
Couple times repeated.

SLOW-TWITCH MUSCLE

Woke up faulty.
The feeling kickbacks good, they should can it.
Dolls were once made from sinew;
Mother of pearl, seaglass, sorghum.

Then, I am glum.
Today was going to be a lonely day I knew
But it’s been streetsign, asphalt, granite
Dead-dog weather: stinking, sultry.

And all the dolls are paltry now,
Along with model cranes and chessmen gannet-
White or loon-black. Please, unhand it:
I want it to give me back my life: if it can: can it.

Noam