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