4 poems by John Donovan

Kenefic

The rolled up hills of

middle Oklahoma -

satellite dishes burned

at the stake -

Christina threw our

blankets into

Coal Creek while I

folded flowers

on an ancient lake

bed. We were

short women wearing

capes and

face paint - practicing

sleep walking.

A dozen white and

black cows

avalanched some twenty

acres away.

Acmosara

In 1997 she was made

bishop   and her father

(a manufacturer of steel

billboards) put out a

rat trap.

Brahman takes a stroll

to the zoo to see when the bears - maps

in twists of fur - light knuckles for the

masses - bald science's fair instinct being

fished and God is looking - on exit from a

forty something - slipping into this mannish

smirk of bronze discretion - would ache.

Knows

"budding fee"

"eel zen"

"eating tune"

"Night Ass"

"ice tans"

"dent tide"

"ray-Net"

"tree bust"

"D nose"

"bay breeze"

"god Noose"

"clove spurned"

"lay tally"

"ivy seamer"

"rip-sins"

"sand herb"

"owes hat"

"fowl Lent"

"rum, Hercules"

John Donovan is a musician who writes, records, and releases music from his bedroom.

Between songs he writes poems and makes art. John grew up in Dallas, TX and lives in St. Louis, MO. His music can be heard at http://music.johndonovanmusic.com/