Two Poems by Giuseppe Infante

 

so many roads

 

cement roads

over luscious swamps

endure florescent

lit bells banging

inside of cranium

 

put a dollar in my hand

and i’ll give you a dream

 

ralph waldo emerson

clad in a droopy toga

explained that a work of art

is an abstract

or epitome

of the world

a result

an expression of nature,

in miniature

 

empty cans

against a green fence

laid the fuck out

 

foam

sud

blow

hole

 

we are all linked in

panama canal

and if you can’t swim,

find a life raft

or humpback whale

back to the highway

 

 

 

swift rage for this great world

 

gone are the days

in bigfoot country

dark as a tumble

downhill

or a run

back back home

saccharine in sight

we ate eggs

around swirls

thunder and toast

aglow ill evil skies

till my tale

my tune

my kismet

loiters beside

a lithosphere

of lava

Giuseppe Infante was born and raised in Brooklyn, N.Y. His poems have been published in Brooklyn Paramount, Pulp, Downtown Brooklyn, Having a Whiskey Coke With You, Splinter Generation and By The Overpass. Giuseppe is one of the founding editors at Overpass Books (overpassbooks.com). While completing his MFA for creative writing at Long Island University, he won the Esther Hyneman Award for Poetry in 2012. You can find him reading poems to the Atlantic Ocean, playing roller hockey, dancing in the crowd of a Phish show, or home cooking with his wife, Sarah. Visit his website “ANYTHING GOES // with giuseppe” at joeythepoet.com to keep up with his escapades.