Frozen Breath Caught in a Jar on a Winter Day f 

beautiful, the broken chair
on a december night:
crown me the king of the
babylonian sacaea and I’l

Ďďl
die in a sea of electric foam,
under stones and in the
eyes of reminiscing stars; 
seattle, washington, further s ß2sÆ
than you’d think, faster thaçnA2w
scarecrow new york. to diww  worshipping the sleep-deprivedw
Đyouths, the time of da y, andw
the monsters in twfhe walls.
if only the striped tigers
and mystery roa dds. S reachW w

  • the coffee-stained pahonebooks

and travel together to your
luxury hotel room ears,
imagine the places you’ll
forget in old age and fatigue,
(I the doomed king, you the
queen, destined for a life of
quiet intensity)
the locks and the doors,
the smile and the shades of blue,
the frozen breath, caught in a
jar, on a winter day.

-k taylor

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four new poems

temper
in the hole
of caution
wiring–
a woman in trouble
buys a photograph.

 

____________________

 

postcard from the scene
of a disaster.
.
.
.
.

 

____________________

 

a necktie
strips naked
when your eyes
cannot see
and hope
forgives you
for running
your favorite
stop-light.
a tornado waves,
forgetting your name
in the blink of
two simultaneous
eyes.

 

____________________

 

my
a-b-
c’s
hurt
you-
r
teeth.

 

_____________________

 

k taylor

Poem

“sweet dreams,”
said the

starfish
to the

marionettes
that live

within the
small anthill,

“sweet dreams
and goodnight,”

said the pouring rain
to the toolbelt.

“salut, parle plus tard,”

 

 

-k taylor

Dressed as Molecules

she keeps forgetting about
the sphinx that collects
the dust of bones,
the aged man wearing
a schizophrenic crown
of beautiful rust
-my mother, my father,
the growth of hormones
in the water dressed
as molecules, forgetful
in their sundresses,
she forgets.

 

-k taylor