TWO POEMS jordan clark


LIMBO

It’s a crime to pedestrians
but more importantly the clowns
my unshakable need to stare
directly at the birds in their
too-oft-associated habitat
and to trudge so explicitly
as to sustain any semblance
of democracy for the almost
entire pie crusts-worth 
of graham cracker crumbs
strewn across my chest


INSTRUMENTAL FINGERS

Pedaling upstate lent me
the perfect chunk of solitude
to still unsuccessfully stitch together
my attraction to the etchings swiped 
in the grime surrounding long-haul handles—
what it did grant though was for
each and every overpass
to scream clothesline.


Jordan Clark lives in California. You can find more of his work at neutralspaces.co/jordan_clark and follow him on Twitter @wh0op5 and Instagram @y1k35.