15.10.21

Four Poems by Mark Young

Triangulation

 

Define the
habitat. Tri-
angular, rough
isosceles, apex

the workplace
& one corner
the lunchtime
coffee shop. At

the other is the
last bookstore
left in the town.
I seem to be its

 

only customer.
We're an end-

angered species,

the both of us.

 

 

Meanwhile, in the message parlor

 

The prospectus promises relief from

painful interactions. Doesn't guarantee

it though. Night lights make no sense

during the day. Even if there weren't

tree branches obscuring the walkways

she still couldn't see to read by. It's the

small print that trips you up, every time.

 

 

Nadja

 

Active in left-wing

politics, she was the

bright star with

the cool surface, a

fantastic liar who

spoke the language

of the gypsies.

 

 

the horses are out eating hay / that someone has brought them

 

"It cost twenty-four dollars to

buy Manhattan," she said,

rolling her eyes. "The convergence

of homelessness & coronavirus

made it seem like a high price

to pay at the time, but, oh, the

 

royalties that have flowed from

it since." The accompanying GIF

gives details when moused over

but becomes boring after just a

couple of repetitions. & a music

track full of static doesn't help.