Well I've posted this poem before but its my favourite and its been a while. I found it in the #26 spring 1994 issue of The Quarterly. A Canadian publication from Gutter Press that I found on the sidewalk. I have never been able to find any information or other work from the poet Richard Vela. If anyone knows anything about him please tell me!
Something like the waves
You can't believe how hard
they rub the shore
Until that smooth
blue jewel I want
to hang around your neck
turns out to be a broken
bottle that maybe
just two weeks ago
could have slit your throat.
Something like the waves
You can't believe how hard
they rub the shore
Until that smooth
blue jewel I want
to hang around your neck
turns out to be a broken
bottle that maybe
just two weeks ago
could have slit your throat.
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Love Poem (Orr)
A black biplane crashes through the window
of the luncheonette. The pilot climbs down,
removing his leather hood.
He hands me my grandmother's jade ring.
No, it is two robin's eggs and
a telephone number: yours.