Poetry from Jack Galmitz

blue
light
saturates
a bird 


*
face
in
paint
the ceiling 


*


 losing my spot

in the rotation
for testing positive
may change
everything

*
What You Can Count On
lost boots
and the morning sun
was blinding snow
I had to get food
what was I to do
those shoes didn't go
out last night on their own
I started with the shelves
used a ladder for point
of view but nothing showed
up in which I could put
my toes I got systematic
removed the boxes from the closet
found letters, sweaters, slippers,
more dust than in a filter
but no boots where I put them
last winter which goes to show
you can't count on the inanimate
either
so


*
In Order that
next comes
after again
breathless
and practiced
as expected
you'd think
someone would
alter the order
but no, not around here
it's the same, damnit
you might as well
use acid to lubricate
the gears of a motor
it's that corrosive
how change is greeted
it's like we're still using
a zoetrope to figure motion
and clapping shouting
it forward I know
every moth hole
in my wardrobe
and every street
where there is a pothole


that's all folks