3 poems

by Greg Zorko

Greg Zorko was born in Albany, New York in 1990. He is author of Ghost in the Club (Metatron, 2016) and Chirp (Ursus Americanus Press, 2018). He currently lives in Madison, Wisconsin. 

big old dolphin brain

 

you have trouble

 

with being alone

 

collect coins from your floor

 

and feel like Mario

 

afraid of outside and all bad weather

 

finding a way to tell you

 

i feel strong in one sense

 

and weak in all others

 

you use ellipses and i finish your sentences

 

in text or in email

 

funny how you can live a mile away

 

and feel like you are

 

a Cosmonaut

 

passing through space

 

hoping for universal equality

 

dreaming of the death of Capital

 

oh i just want everything to happen for you

Bradley Cooper

 

 

i wake up because of the bright moon

 

i'm sweating, my knees

 

feel like crushed cans of soda

 

today is going to be A Day

 

feeling like a true romantic

 

wanting to be The Idiot

 

pass the honey of the spoon into the teacup

 

copy the key to my heart at True Value

 

turn the key and feel its heat

 

i like the idea of giving up on poetry

 

and getting into

 

photo-realism

 

first the clear fingernail

 

then the skin

 

here are some moments

 

in the last week

 

that have made me feel calm:

 

listening to a Tom Wright lecture while falling asleep on the 6 bus

 

life after life after death

 

digging pieces of charcoal

 

up from my garden

 

life after life after death

two dog ears

 

an unstoppable job application

 

the Spiderman of job applications

 

the Lord of Craigslist

 

possessed of everything

 

in perfect abundance

 

my mobile house of stuff that no one wants

 

i squat at the end of my bed writing poems

 

eye level with the screen

 

cover my walls in empty paper

 

and think for no reason

 

about Fond du Lac

 

searching for divine grace

 

in a series of tubes

 

at the grocery store

 

i press the extra firm tofu and chuckle

 

buy a fake beard so that i can stroke my beard

 

make me a tape of your step dad’s favorite songs

 

fast forward through it so it sounds like birds chirping

 

you give to me a gift in love

 

i promise you a basket of all things

 

i am bringing you a cupcake of extraordinary color