three poems by Sundin Richards
Enigma Mission
Whatever
bronze goddess
You
lovely
Decryption
machine
My brain
a sewer
And all
the lamps
Look like
boobs
In this
crypto
portico
I like my
clocks side
ways
For obvious
reasons
Pockets rife
with rocks
And what I
was thinking
Last night
no longer
Holds
true
Gate Crashing
See me
and meet
The best
cops
In
town
It seems
this has
Already
happened
The only
guarantee
Of birth
is death
Anything
else
Is
gravy
All else
is vanity
But you
know this
Lest we re
think our
Treaty
tossing
Close by
light
Laocoon
The future's
a bitch under
The best
ensorcellments
A pin-hole
in the camera
Obscura a box
for sight
The waves
tighten
Bright with
serpents
Tightly
wound