Five Poems

from Helene or / Dont x baby

1.

Dont x baby x die on the Road
though I am not running

fast enough, although I cant run
or cant like the
fourwheel,
cut, I cant rise

through, cant your
bright eyes my
Boy my, apple
tree I cant

like noahs
dove, fly
cant uncast
cant mother, fly

the hill to you, baby
Im sorry baby
Im sorry my
love

2.

Dont x Pat, rise the x Fall
Dont lift the terre dont, x
black flower the, x little box
that plays
the wedding Song

Though I am not running
I run the creek water
running past,
the property river

Though I am not running
I run x the Yard river
stairs river
down the floodwater
river x Dada cant run

dada is running x
dada cant run, is running

3.

I see you up the hill
I see you in the car x
I see the forest breaking

I see you through
the door, bear wallow
the Tempest tossing the x
windshear the wind,
cutting x
dada sees a Kite

4.

Though dada shirt whipping
the blue ridge
dancing your blue
eyes Dancing
dadas aware
of not but

The Tom Forrd sun on snow the, terre
of Hermes the, x black orchid, the comedy
of Fragrance in the, fragrant, x

Limb, battering through
the house door the x door
pinned and
scattershot Daylight and, x
water on the alphabets, and x
the Elephants and, x
the book case and,
the tables, and x
the Wind on the names my x love
the

Wind that encounters,
you x must
change direction

The Wind made landfall
and was x land,
fall x the Autumn wild
was, the line
running

5.

In the running
Joke the trauma is x there,
in the word trauma
there is, aroma

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Brendan Sherry is a poet based in Duluth, MN. His most recent work appears in Tyger Quarterly, Always Crashing, and Nat. Brut. He is currently completing his first manuscript, which explores climate displacement, leave-taking, and communal grief. More work can be found at brendansherry.com.