Three Poems by Cedar Sigo
A Spiral and a Star
Driftwood (bright white) turns the flame
blue at its base,
Diane’s slight shake and
dry mouth
I watched her turn young again
Put to work at her bedside
snares that are set to explode across centuries
into further collapse?
Dream after Christchurch
After Freddie Mercury writhing up against your ear
turn heretic
and teach me the changes, elated
deep in dream
where I might find you
turning again, slender to the night.
-In memory of Diane di Prima-
Harry Callahan Poem
“The poems are
so minimal
because the garden
is part of them.”
mirror left
in a meadow
of sea grass
the lights point
their own way
out in tiny
stabbing gestures
(desperate) devil
at the end of
a crowded field
just his head
with both arms
held over as one
shadows break
to fake a moment
the rest past,
cold lake water
eye level
behind a screen
of winter trees
Venus left
lying on
a white
blanket
green intrepid
ferns or standing
nude before
the back lit
blinds, exquisite
doorways
comb the
sand into
pattern
the evening
sun and well
worn brick
“My flowers hang
from a ceiling
of leaves.”
All This Time
for Ed Berrigan
Feel around for shoes
Sit warm at the wooden table
type
17 Reasons Why
the crypto
skeleton
still shows under
torn
I feel much tractor about things now
I feel long house
needles point
stapled into a set