Poetry by Joshua Edwards

Phenomonology Tune

I saw the world as
three crackpots of Macys,

holed up in a cave of
mud and rafters, grabbing at

each other in the dark.
I heard them crying

and I thought difficult thoughts
and tried to live my life

all at once. The songster came
with hands of shomoso and

spun through this and
went without that.

I never learned.

But I did happen into a field
left with scars by way

things move in secret. I never
learned, but I came into

something new, and I was
never the same for the

water that passed through me.

I never learned,
but I was learned into something.

The tiles broke
around me, and what this is

is a cloud
that looks like it is above you,

but that really rests as
a cataract, clocking-up your eyes.

Prayer for the Future

It was sharp, the robot,
maybe even a genius

But it still never got
to see you in your panties

And in the end maybe that's
all that really matters.

Amen.