Poems by Keith Nunes

CATENATING IN PUBLIC 

Caught on the corner
As processional silence
Ghosts from one mourning phase to the next,
How many crucifixions to go?
Last man teetering
pays a Mind-Man
for answers,
sent to the corner with placards,
paying penance in IOU’s,
paying Peter the pipe-bomber to
be his avenger,
avenging
what,
no-one is quite certain


DOING IT OVER YOUR HEAD 

Landscapes pour
from tributaries of wistful road songs,
All decayed-decline perpetually behind us,
Eroded into grit atop blacktop,
Rivers of bold storeyed-lives flow
Like mercury in a heat haze,
Beckoning the rueful red rose,
Tan a-brown coppery
Short-stay and bronzed by time
Unburdening in full light,
Walking thru amber framings,
Writ in primal tongue orally set in refracting cheek,
Bobbling in speech balloons
Way over your head, deep in the ground!