David Prater (Australia): Two Poems
STARS IN HIS HEART
he was the star
that floated in water, lacking
space (& she was an astronomer inhawaii , or
in
lower case (she’s the satellite’s document of a
c. David Prater 2007
space (& she was an astronomer in
lower case (she’s the satellite’s document of a
dreamy eclipse (he’s like a word
once lost, now
formed by her lips (when she says goodbye – oh!
that word & all the stars go out (& it gets dark:
he drives through the night with just a radio &
formed by her lips (when she says goodbye – oh!
that word & all the stars go out (& it gets dark:
he drives through the night with just a radio &
his doubt of their
separation (caused snows from november
to fall across the nation (never does, we never
knew that the stars could dream (the reflection
we’ll never see; the white flakes’ mist a panic
beam (that lonely message across a face we call
the skies (cry or close your eyes
to fall across the nation (never does, we never
knew that the stars could dream (the reflection
we’ll never see; the white flakes’ mist a panic
beam (that lonely message across a face we call
the skies (cry or close your eyes
(i am a child
AMERIKA
He was a jealous husband without a wife
I needed security and he gave me bullets
to rain down upon those discreet affairs
(which came, and passed. We settled in
to our familiar routine: me with my cats
and he out stalking prey. At night he’d
return with greenbacks in his ochre eye,
demanding fidelity, abstract truth and an
Amerikan way of life. I don’t understand
how it came to this. I trusted him with
my life savings. He didn’t believe in ‘me'.
I see it now (with the clarity of sight
denied the blind. I sign divorce papers.
Mistrust could not
He was a jealous husband without a wife
I needed security and he gave me bullets
to rain down upon those discreet affairs
(which came, and passed. We settled in
to our familiar routine: me with my cats
and he out stalking prey. At night he’d
return with greenbacks in his ochre eye,
demanding fidelity, abstract truth and an
Amerikan way of life. I don’t understand
how it came to this. I trusted him with
my life savings. He didn’t believe in ‘me'.
I see it now (with the clarity of sight
denied the blind. I sign divorce papers.
Mistrust could not
(a
coalition make.
c. David Prater 2007
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