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


Ryan Francesconi