Poetry by Cliff Saunders
Sometimes you buzz with silence
while sitting on a ghost horse.
Sometimes you just come to watch
garbage burn behind the chaos
of dueling hate rallies.
Sometimes you just don’t need
that rumbling in your life
that’s hurting you.
You could ask for a blue plaque
to frame your face, but you never
rise to the symbolic.
Your personal cloning manual
seems to be missing
Why don’t you just make
a happy brain from sea ice?
Open your eyes to another mile
of vengeance, of academic absurdity.
Vodka will make you do that.
It makes you yearn for
the totem pole of a famous moth.
You’ve entered the second season
of you, and wait ‘til you hear
that old clock on your wall making
sand like an experienced oyster!
About the Poet
Cliff Saunders has an MFA in Creative Writing from The University of Arizona. His poems have appeared recently in The Wayne Literary Review, Pedestal Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review, Pinyon, San Pedro River Review, Eratio Poetry Journal, and RipRap Literary Journal. He lives in Myrtle Beach, where he serves as co-coordinator of The Litchfield Tea & Poetry Series.