Tag Archives: Nicholaus Patnaude

“I Almost Died to the Fight of You”

13 Jan

“I Almost Died to the Fight of You”

I wanted to walk alone

through mousetraps

to get my teeth wet

and furred feet

to suck the skin off my body

and kiss in the shadows of angel wings

I’m in heaven for there is no trouble

or hummingbird wings mumbling

and through darkness

we’ve all wept

on smoothed gravestones

swept lonely

I cower in leeches

and all the seas of black and blues

to die in the thought of you.

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“In This Life”

4 Jan

“In This Life”

In this life

and all harm

comes only to crows

but crowns and seashells

we’ll dress in seaweed

say goodbye to our filial heartbeats

never meant a thorn

or really any true blue blushes

we have this set tonight

but everyone will fall asleep in flowers

it’s too hollow

but if we stay underwater

in this river

our hair and gravity might float away

clean hearts

it’s a slice of molten life

I used to be your neighbor

or a friend

I’m still looking for you

hold my barbwire hand

skip back through the days

I’ll still have my Rolodex

somewhere in a yearbook

with my old self gone too silent now

I’m still as the rocks

and that’s love.

“Maybe Somebody Will Answer”

18 Dec

“Maybe Somebody Will Answer”

As if the drugs weren’t enough,

the animal in the garage

has eaten the leather whips

too feisty to withstand

the waves to suck the silence from you

I’ve forgotten to keep in touch

like I’d prefer a promise

but waves save the answer

become more beautiful to only you

we have no use of you any longer

there is a blue parakeet in the window

we lion you

leaf the life blood from the life flaps

preserve and preserver

for life and endless

and your lie kisses

fill of strawberry and blood

all my pain wants more

and pleasure knows

and doves

a heart to withstand anything

the cold wings of obsession are clean

for all the closed shops

and the screams

our town is nowhere

we’re asleep on a starry ship at night

drifting through a forest of ice

I’d give our shadow to everybody.

“Missing You While You’re Here”

2 Nov

“Missing You While You’re Here”

Push too hard but in my defense

a shadow washing over you

but to defend in triplicate

as if to us great poetry

could be born one last time

but in my defense

you were here but gone

to him and him and only him

the news a tragic rope

to gun it fast I get off work at ten

and spurs blur to yellow-jackets

let unhappiness be harmed

and truly great poetry be answered

in strangers’ kisses

friends left us behind

in clouds of sugar cars

nothing could make you stay

could make you do poetry in firelight

don’t talk for a century

don’t talk in poetry

mistaken you:

you’re not gone.

Review: Killing Commendatore by Haruki Murakami

27 Oct

Wells are for bells, swift slices, gory paintings, tunnels to everywhere, forgotten footsteps, enchanted afternoons, impeccable burglaries, locked in the locket of house’s owls, sultry sketches, devious daydreams, disappearing drives, lawful indiscretions, lonely afternoons, mysterious paternity, talking to elves in the painting, the unseen sands that draft at night, the empty refrigerator, stone portraits, romantic graveyards, tea-filled tires, jaguar breaths, silk bathrobe ties, stained drawings, war crimes, famine, the soul of Bluebeard, the rags of finery, meaningless piles of money to set aflame, and spies will be your friends.         

New story (“The Basement People”) published!

28 Sep

Psyched to be part of this anthology. My tribute to Legs McNeil & Gillian McCain’s PLEASE KILL ME, Bauhaus’s BURNING FROM THE INSIDE, and…well, you get the idea…is about a sentient cloud of animal limbs! It’s called “The Basement People.” It is available here (at Clash Books) or here (at Amazon).

“Who Among the Best of Us”

27 Sep

“Who Among the Best of Us”

Who among your classmates

will last past this second breathe

board a chivalrous route

give to burns the right amount of panache

the salve of the blank window stare

in dressings

who among you wrests this laurel

past the breakers

the foggy ghost arms

pulled in a ship by her teeth

who among the least of us

tired of dartboards, seal cries

the horn that separates rain from trees

and every tear a cuff link

who among the crows

pack quills for the winter

and beaks of lost sisters

who among the bird bones

breathes so precious a whispered star

who among the mazes for us

who will in feather

panic the air.

“Curl Around this Mountain”

21 Sep

“Curl Around this Mountain”

You won the swamp sweepstakes

and your rattle-born tail

twists ‘round this mountain

the road to a rodeo

points to a checkerboard past

let’s circle us for hours

wherever we wandered to be poets

I promise (I do)

to spot us

a farther lake

we’d never reach

to kiss you complete

awash in a dark wooded bar

awake in a dark wooded hour

as if stun guns from childhood

as if monstrous teeth

and the cold morsels of minnows

of sickening heres, dispiriting dominos

ravens to clutch your pendants

and every rose an eyebrow brush

the hairy stairs

leading to nowhere of my desperate hour

sit down and sip through the pantry

and backwards jump

the ever-fading castle

the romance breaths

on the moon tops to mope

sandalwood and smoke

the rotten cherry to rise

crystal calls of dinosaur men.

“Wait for the World”

25 Aug

“Wait for the World”

You got weighted against the world

and you won

your lips

denied a lungful of leaf

and your skeletal stomach

fulfilled of rose petals

made an evening tree truce

with cornered chalkboards

of your every thought

through the pain of windows

a scratch for the pricker bush

who’s laughing at shadows

in the merry-go-round woods

of wooded puppets

sharing brigadier of bridegroom

with turmeric and salt

of bread-won cut wounds

and shredded gloves,

hairpins of an eerie robber father

whose silhouette a fountain casts,

shreds rocks from crystals

and an apparition burned

in twilight marks

for every woolen doll

our sheets made

of strawberry skins

and petticoats, the lavender nightshade

coats goblins between us

where the toboggan belongs

to the toad king,

carved in the wardrobe:

for sacred wood outlives

the passing flesh.

“Your Wedding Day”

11 Jun

“Your Wedding Day”

My best friend’s a jockey

my other friend’s in a noose

let’s dance away the sunset

your wedding.

The desert starts to waver

my skull and a cross

in a necklace I gather

forever to be lost

your wedding.

Miss ill for your troubles

to gather this mass

the white tulip opens

your wedding day.

They’ll be here in an hour

your body’s in flames

your heart’s cut to pieces

your wedding.

Your hair is lighting

a candelabra

tomorrow is done

for your wedding.

Off-course by his branches

through trees and his weeds

the candlelit gazebo

your wedding day.

Punished of course

and dread fills each second

to lumber encroaching

I can’t come

your wedding.

Arrived early

this bell and glass hands

your love fills this horse

to dig up the souls and lost hands

your wedding.

Princesses and princes

to punish this land

rub one on gravestones

across this clearing of years

veils ashamed

of your wedding day.

Beneath a poplar the popular pastimes

and all is borrowed

four leaves for wine

birthmarks and freckles

beneath lonely and fallen

your wedding.