two poems by George McKim



across the lake, the



bathers 


are unfolding 

their secret music


their 

teeth are on fire, and


tristan tzara's

new wig 


is 

bristling 


with new 

appendages as


violins 

exhale 

their plumage 


like 

flowers 

poured 

from 

the sun




a room in you



i am the un-you

in the room you are


sitting in a room in me

you are a room unlike

the room you are


in the un-room 

you are a room unlike 

the room i am


unlike the 

sitting you are

unlike the room in you

you are the room i'm in  

Jackie Rhoadesshapeimage_7_link_0