Mitch Corber
It’s Levitation
 
 
It’s levitation, larynx of lush archery
Yellowed perch, parrot tipsy
            Locally
            a blinkin’ eye
 
Would dawns announce a cowbell? A low choir
of dewy eye & salty hymn on the wane?
            Theories fly haphazard
            in Kansas disasters
 
Yes need teeters in a twig, resister to a thick
windy grip on its membrane nervings
            Connective urgings angling rivers
            purge where they surge
 
But grace is not too great for Grandma
her cure for tired feet, a flash of ancient action
            Before the weathered pages
            of re-telling
 
Our guest is October’s gust, a tug at the cuff
Late cocktails accrue a rash of ashes
            A speech of worn knuckles,
            curiosity, creeds
 
Stock footage of hats, rows of empty seats
The bristle of a Fall sale, a whale of a deal
            Bear a brand name, Betty
            Buy! Buy! Buy!





Intermittent Signals 


A truce of inches, it really hinges on me.
You tasted a feeling frozen here, an errant hair.
 
Paradox of wooden shoes and woolen socks.
I pull them up.
 
Cirrus solar-power.  Spectral elegy.
Whose beast of prey?
 
To swirl the whirlwind proper.  Whose slave
at the moment of harness, whose tame getaway?
 
Your dreams of joy deleted, latches broken.
Jeans cut with a cleaver.
 
A thousand midnight feathers sent in by a certain
lily-white saint. Alone morose lamenting . . . .
 
They say a great part of Antarctica is starting to thaw.
A wonder it’s still polar.
Mitch Corber, award recipient of the New York Foundation for the Arts, producer of Poetry Thin Air Cable Show, has read throughout NYC. Mitch founded the Thin Air Video Poetry DVD Archives
(thinairvideo.com) which include Ginsberg, Corso, Ashbery, Di Prima, and Cage. He's appeared in Columbia Poetry Review, Nedge, Mirage and tight. 'Quinine', book of poems, is published by Thin Air Media Press.