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the poetry that matters

Patrick Norris

Patrick Norris is a poet from Arcadia Florida and a recent M.F.A. graduate of Florida International University’s creative writing program.  His work has previously appeared in 3:AM Magazine.

 

RYAN GOSLING

You can see buffalo from the train, eerily.

The rose clouds on the field: a single bloody dream.

The agitated summers in my bread are composed there.

They’d like to sneak into the clouds and make a soul.

 

Light begins. At midday I travel again.

In a factory the red trees are earsplitting.

Carousels dry into mortar and leather straps.

You are terse and stuffed with bread.

Like so many unromantic people.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MOVE THE DOUGHNUTS

 

 

It is summer of idiot   move the doughnuts

 

 

Summer idiot behind his house bright

 

 

°°°°° bright yell the big trees with teeth deep ice breaths

 

 

Draw   a gun    €⁄         a horse           a birthmark   ‹€

 

 

I a donut plays at the window, beastly blossom fritters as large trees rest the rot in it.

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

BYGONE REGARD

 

Rub your cheek on the carpet:

 

It’s Kyoto

Poland

New Jersey

 

No idea is simple.

Empires aren’t.

 

We both talk a little bit some mornings.

 

You’re an architect

I’m a hyena

 

It’s safe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

JAMES DEAN

 

James Dean comes back

from the dead.

 

His hands float

inside a red jacket.

 

He has bought

a new switchblade.

 

It’s ok.

 

He also has a bag of apples.

 

 

 

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                                                                                                                  April 14, 2013