{"id":408,"date":"2012-08-07T02:11:50","date_gmt":"2012-08-07T02:11:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/poetry\/?p=408"},"modified":"2012-08-07T02:11:50","modified_gmt":"2012-08-07T02:11:50","slug":"some-poems-by-kj-mallard","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2012\/08\/07\/some-poems-by-kj-mallard\/","title":{"rendered":"Some poems by  N.W. Hall"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Then will be later right now <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A good way to think of reality<br \/>\nis to imagine what would happen<br \/>\nif the ideals of everyone living<br \/>\nwere made more than tangible.<\/p>\n<p>Flies know<br \/>\nto land delicately<br \/>\non white dog shit.<\/p>\n<p>Roaches scatter<br \/>\nbecause wherever<br \/>\nthey step is home.<\/p>\n<p>Tonight<br \/>\nthe cleavage<br \/>\nis warm with shadow.<\/p>\n<p>An erection is a long<br \/>\nillusion. The vagina is<br \/>\na lie by clear omission. <\/p>\n<p>Boyhood and girlhood<br \/>\ndecided on short forms<br \/>\nby very good Doctors.<\/p>\n<p>Parents put up signs wide enough<br \/>\nfor people to prowl around. Again<br \/>\nthey&#8217;re open mouthed about things they<br \/>\ncould put their fingers on if they stopped talking. <\/p>\n<p>__________________________________________________________<\/p>\n<p><strong>Holy Pilgrimage <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>After the money tickles its way down<br \/>\nthe black dot, a wheel pays its respects<br \/>\nto the roadkill still sort of working its<br \/>\nway up the pavement a piece at a time.<\/p>\n<p>__________________________________________________________<\/p>\n<p><strong>HOW DOES THE SEA EAT?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>the blue green tides are the last<br \/>\norgans functioning around this<br \/>\nmonster beast&#8217;s gurgling orifice <\/p>\n<p>waves lap whale flesh<br \/>\nsmooth of all shells as<br \/>\ncrabs gather on shore<br \/>\nwith their red knives<br \/>\ndancing the butterfly <\/p>\n<p>jewel sized thieves<br \/>\nliving below the combers<br \/>\nstab off mouthfuls of leviathan<br \/>\nbefore the gulls can begin to load<br \/>\ntheir worldwide shipment of shit<\/p>\n<p>maybe the sun points<br \/>\nout the leftover skeleton<br \/>\nto old men like a concerned mother<br \/>\nhelping her child find a misplaced shoe<\/p>\n<p>i&#8217;ve never bothered to ponder the rest<br \/>\nbecause once in the desert i saw a man<br \/>\nin a three piece suit take a cow skull out<br \/>\nof a briefcase, set it in the sand, &#038; walk off<\/p>\n<p>still does not explain where the other bones are now<\/p>\n<p>__________________________________________________________<\/p>\n<p><strong> Double Chocolate Mousse<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>When all of the pie was sliced,<br \/>\nwe stood around holding our clean knives,<br \/>\ntrying to decide whose face looked creamiest.<\/p>\n<p>__________________________________________________________<\/p>\n<p><strong>N.W. Hall <\/strong>enjoys sunshine, uncertainty, and drinking liquids. Richard Siken is a favorite poet of N.W.\u2019s. Find other poems in: Shampoo, decomp, Radius, and Blackbox Manifold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Then will be later right now A good way to think of reality is to imagine what would happen if the ideals of everyone living were made more than tangible. Flies know to land delicately on white dog shit. Roaches scatter because wherever they step is home. Tonight the cleavage is warm with shadow. An [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-408","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-things"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/408","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=408"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/408\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=408"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=408"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=408"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}