poem index

sign up to receive a new poem-a-day in your inbox

About this poet

Cedar Sigo is the author of Language Arts (Wave Books, 2014). He will be teaching at St Mary's College as a visiting writer in Spring 2015. He lives in San Francisco.

Speedway

Cedar Sigo
I cut out the "Heart with Snowflake"
Myself but it is not mine, Forget
This bloody coat bloody shirt, I
Think it is the writing that makes
Me sick, The scores and scores of
Incidental music, this nosebleed all
Spring all wet, I'm positively angry
with the Impertinence of it! I'm
Sewing up the kinks in this film, I'm
Trying to! I'm trying to burn a light
Between, There's a light and I cable
my voice on it but it rips when I trace
Anything! WORKS ON PAPER, THE SHIP
OF DEATH "Oh build it!" Sings the 
Heart, "My coat would be so bloodied
I could wiggle out of my coat!"


                         – for John Wieners 

Copyright © 2011 by Cedar Sigo. Reprinted from Stranger in Town with the permission of City Lights Publishers.

Copyright © 2011 by Cedar Sigo. Reprinted from Stranger in Town with the permission of City Lights Publishers.

Cedar Sigo

Cedar Sigo is the author of Language Arts (Wave Books, 2014). He will be teaching at St Mary's College as a visiting writer in Spring 2015. He lives in San Francisco.

by this poet

poem

Hung up on
my hearing
and deep in whose
playbook
one too many
nights and never
a black-out
Doing the best
I can, only a man
It hurts me too
Blues in the night
Verlaine Blues
sitting here thinking
a blues for Anne
(all nerves)
and mine

poem

Leave the long fall between us (peak after peak)
Here were my paints and there were my powders
And then I was drunk and we lost each other
My shadow tumbled after
Soaking cinnamon leaves in the lake of the moon
The roll of the damned drum calls me to duty
The dice in the light of the