Moss Retains Moisture

Matthew Rohrer

I never believed in bioluminescence before.

Here in Moravia where all daylight hides

the only illumination is whiskey.

Names seem unimportant.

Large are the memories growing elsewhere

beneath themselves.

Do hemlocks burn when stared at?

Darkness always retains something shapely.

Those leaves engender me.

Bedding down in pine-covered nighttime

I disappeared. Owls are silent.

Bears rest. In Moravian mythology

even I sleep well.

After Catullus by Matthew Rohrer
If you, Tom, could see this inflight video map

Credo by Matthew Rohrer
I believe there is something else

Epithalamium by Matthew Rohrer
In the middle garden is the secret wedding

Garden of Bees by Matthew Rohrer
The narcissus grows past

Jangling by Matthew Rohrer and
Money cannot find me

Monkeys by Matthew Rohrer and
In another jungle the monkeys fret

Pavilion of Leaves by Matthew Rohrer
Central Park in a

Poem by Matthew Rohrer
You called, you’re on the train, on Sunday

Ski Lift to Death! by Matthew Rohrer
It was a basement with its own basement,

The Emperor by Matthew Rohrer
She sends me a text

venus waning/apollo waxing his car by Matthew Rohrer
Then there was the night I decided that if I ignored everyone

will the red hand throw me? by Matthew Rohrer
Though our radiator is painted the color of the walls