Poetry 2012 / Volume 43

Walt Disney — Daniel Poppick

The tide a weird princess, I come to memorize her codes of skin Goose-fleshing in my wake while Currencies of plastic thicken The air above the water. I sift through them on the nightly row I do for her carrot Despite the chill. Her sea is full of information Glittering as the green Carriage she … Continue reading

Poetry 2012 / Volume 43

Being All the Bus Drivers Simultaneously — Daniel Poppick

George Washington says Twelve bladed shadows, if edge means entrance staying secret seems a lip unlilac, swarmed to in return, its skin yes an imitation of another imitation, rooster up your sword you washed out wristwatch game impersonator, I said stamp out that Nintendoed for food, you leaf, you wax-dipped internet of swans-at-night. And so … Continue reading