Vestiges poem – A. Van Jordan poems
I would like to swim in the Atlantic, to swim with someone who understood why my fear of drowning plays less dire than my fear of bones, walking the ocean floor. I would like to sync my stroke with a beloved. I’d like to stand on deck on a boat and jump in the sea […]
Un Chien Andalou (An Andalusian Dog) poem – A. Van Jordan poems
Because a razor cuts across a frame of film, I wince, squinting my eye, and because my day needs assembly to make sense of the scenes anyway, making a story from some pieces of truth, I go outside to gather those pieces. Thousands of moments spooling out frames of mistakes in my day. As if […]
The Flash Reverses Time poem – A. Van Jordan poems
When I’m running across the city on the crowded streets to home, when, in a blur, the grass turns brown beneath my feet, the asphalt steams under every step and the maple leaves sway on the branches in my wake, and the people look, look in that bewildered way, in my direction, I imagine walking […]
Que Sera Sera poem – A. Van Jordan poems
In my car, driving through Black Mountain, North Carolina, I listen to what sounds like Doris Day shooting heroin inside Sly Stone’s throat. One would think that she fights to get out, but she wants to stay free in this skin. Fresh, The Family Stone’s album, came out in ’73, but I didn’t make sense […]
Old Boy poem – A. Van Jordan poems
If one rainy night you find yourself leaving a phone booth, and you meet a man with a lavender umbrella, resist your desire to follow him, to seek shelter from the night in his solace. Later, don’t fall victim to the Hypnotist’s narcotic of clarity, which proves a curare for the heart; her salve is […]
Einstein Defining Special Relativity poem – A. Van Jordan poems
INSERT SHOT: Einstein’s notebook 1905—DAY 1: a theory that is based on two postulates (a) that the speed of light in all inertial frames is constant, independent of the source or observer. As in, the speed of light emitted from the truth is the same as that of a lie coming from the lamp of […]
A Tempest in a Teacup poem – A. Van Jordan poems | Poetry Monster
Prospero Assume, just for a moment, I am denied a job in the factory of my dreams under the fluorescent lights of a porcelain white foreman. It’s orderly and neat. I feed my family. No one questions my face. I raised my son in my likeness, so he would never go unseen, bobbing on […]
A Tempest in a Teacup poem – A. Van Jordan poems | Best Poems
Prospero Assume, just for a moment, I am denied a job in the factory of my dreams under the fluorescent lights of a porcelain white foreman. It’s orderly and neat. I feed my family. No one questions my face. I raised my son in my likeness, so he would never go unseen, bobbing on a […]