Morgan Michaels


Morgan Michaels Poems

381. Left-Overs 6/12/2014
382. Left Overs ii 6/13/2014
383. Leaves 2/10/2013
384. Late August 8/30/2012
385. Late 9/9/2012
386. Lament-oh! 11/9/2014
387. Lament-O 5/26/2012
388. Ku 8/5/2014
389. Kosko Cat 6/25/2012
390. Kerkera 1/25/2012
391. Keith Haring 7/5/2012
392. K 8/4/2014
393. Juvenalia II 2/3/2012
394. Juvenalia I 2/3/2012
395. John III 4/3/2012
396. John II 4/3/2012
397. John 4/3/2012
398. Jochanal (after Wilde) 5/13/2012
399. Jeu De Paume, Anyone? III 6/18/2013
400. Jeu De Paume, Anyone? II 6/18/2013

Uprisings

Up slides the blind and out of remotest heaven
from a perlmutter sky
falls the pure, the Brownian, upward drifting snow
casually but surely, in high-blown whorls;
on the rail has settled a bluish inch.
'It's cold', croaks the bird, on yellow, thin legs,

so I rise. Snow fills last years rifts and sifts
on sticks and galls and nodes of last years'

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