Three Poems by Howie Good


THE FOG’S VACANT STARE

Our textbook compared
the heart to a furnace.

Blood provided the fuel.
Or maybe the brain did.

I can’t remember.
We used to get stoned

before class. The teacher’s
wife and baby daughter

had died in a fire.
I think of it sometimes

as I’m falling asleep
or just walking along.

Don’t ask me why.
______________

LOVE IN THE AGE OF THE COMPUTER VIRUS

In a foolish instant
make all my documents

disappear

______________

OMEN
On the other side of the glass,
it clings to the feeder,

petty lines and shadows
climbing its back,

and when I move without permission,
it swivels its head,

the executioner’s black hood.

One Response to “Three Poems by Howie Good”

  1. Howie’s good. And that’s probably a cliche by now. But he is undeniably fresh and talented.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: