Experience

It’s spring today, can you feel that?
Woke up feeling youthful
On a recursive loop the seasons shimmer

A quarry at night replete
With heavy pollen, an atmosphere

Remember that time I fell asleep
In the back of the uber
Selectively weeping through night’s decollage?

Periodically I feel confronted
Though I mistake a lesser flower

For better company constantly, flick away
The mystery in a beer garden
So I get away with being ordinary

The avenues receding into sheer tapestry
Bent into points and exiting
Through the mouth of the countryside

Cornfields definitively lit
By a hyperbolic sunset
Draining out of life like a habit might

The teak floors on which we gather
The empty transcendence of our early years

Blue Line

beginning with a vibration

to digress civically, the sky buckling
under the weight
of a million expectations

we’re drunk together, it’s communal
in my private life
where I spend time publically
in accordance with the setting sun

a door in the sky, a projection
of life, coterminous with
the living garden
in the city’s hollowed out center

in reverse, I’ve seen my life
in the chemical light
of midnight, retracting into a blur

I’ve spent time weeping
quietly to the sound of the train

I’ve seen the day fall
out of the night like a body

into the tangled gradient
of a self-replicating principle
while cars go by like seasons

Bliss

Threaded beneath the soft jewel of a life
Ventilated like a habit, pitched out, narcotic

Moving through life like money does

I might move back to the country
But there’s no glory in that

Black trees, bladed sky, weeping icons
Blissed out, morally and conceptually

I think it’s fair to claim all real altruism
For altruism’s sake is an inverted star

Blissed out and dripping

Satanic lights above an overpass
Real resonance flirting with the paradigm

To fall through a skylight
On the roof of a library

Last thought best, manacled to a mood

Hunter Larson is a poet from the Midwest currently living in western Massachusetts. He was the winner of the Poetry Project’s Fifth Annual Brannan Prize, and has an MFA in poetry from UMass Amherst. You can read his work in Copenhagen, the Poetry Project Newsletter, Tagvverk, and Works & Days. He is also co-editor of the poetry journal and critical archive Little Mirror.