Corner Piece Poem by Charles Malcolm

You are the touch of blue
and bit of rock
absent from my landscape

withered and warped
from rain
and tears
and the endless bottom
of sweaty tall boys

Missing this entire time

I drag the void for you
like a tongue 'cross the salt flats
wooden cheek'd
and solitary-eyed
at the vacuum's core

You bellow with a blind simper
unfit but insisting
that what is now
is what has been
and what will always be

Missing the entire time