Poem

Matthew Rohrer

You called, you're on the train, on Sunday,

I have just taken a shower and await

you. Clouds are slipping in off the ocean,

but the room is gently lit by the green

shirt you gave me. I have been practicing

a new way to say hello and it is fantastic.

You were so sad: goodbye. I was so sad.

All the shops were closed but the sky

was high and blue. I tried to walk it off

but I must have walked in the wrong direction.

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

Moss Retains Moisture by Matthew Rohrer and

Pavilion of Leaves by Matthew Rohrer
Central Park in a

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