“Out of Phase”

“Out of Phase”

Shoulders to cry on

dates with an accomplice

peeking to pull from you

spilled seeds, seas of our gushing hearts,

do you smell by the grace of an idiot,

smile at bedposts, a hankering for anvils?

I’m an idiot too, in two-step rodeo blues

out of wind for the sheets, hammers throb

we’re aware this quick attitude

and altitudes, forever for you blank

this steamed chill, frown marks

or maybe serious concentration

dove like a gone pole, doves

it’s a strange world when you’re planked

and everything gooier than truffles

my bow tie needs stretching,

my hamper needs exercise,

when still my blue: my prom dress waits,

the dress alone, waiting in an idling

maybe even ghosts.

Tags: Nicholaus Patnaude, out of phase, poem, poetry