Hiram Larew's poems are waifs that have found shelter in North of Oxford, River and South Review, Contemporary American Voices, Voices Israel and elsewhere. His fourth collection, Undone, was published by FootHills Publishing in 2018. On Facebook at Hiram Larea, Poet and at POETRYXHUNGER.COM.
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1. Where You Are
This
crumbly cake of hope
This
inside outside tray of joy
This
down deep sparkled flute
This
tapered song of curves
This
almost opened fizz-in-waiting
This
frond of up-kick
and vroom of wonder
This
ever even elfin jiggle
This
zinnia fine and brightly
This
ribbon glory
This
harking gurgle
This
wiggle popping lope.
2. Brunt
Was worse me
By
dint my bad sores
By
flicks my cussed
By brunt
undid me
Would worse me
If
sours mine
If
rots may all me
If
my who hell might
Will worse me
Because
my none’ll not
Because
refuse my shall
Because
these do’s that won’t
3. What Swer An
Dulum pen swoop
swing me in
Pression de my
days
With stasy ec
bursting up
Or gressive ag
fists fly
My xiety an
gets worst
On pong ping
nights
The en brok
life that half tween be
Forth and back
swings dulum pen
What swer an
comes?
What medy re?
Full ful pain
up
Full ful aw
down up
In me.
4. Curly
Heart
What were
he
to this me of a don’t won’t
to some in me of drooped want so
to glory I curly heart?
What were
he
to why me inside try
to cotton me shirt from
to all me’s and up-ly
to wishing my?
What were
he
to go me
to for me
to scribbly in me?
