Alan Basting / Poetry 4.2 / Fall, 2016

ALAN BASTING

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FOLLOWING LOVE

I am tired of being a roach of a man
Left in the dust of love

Under the thumb of bad ideas,
Guilt and co-dependence,

Crawling these empty rooms
Draped with shadows and breathing

Cupped in the hollows of my ear.
I am tired of my ears, the sound of dreams,

Wires struck with stones.
My tinnitus, a nubile violinist

Strolling canals beneath my brain.
How delicious it would be

To stop the ringing
With meat.

*

Without reason the daylight rests
Its engine under the idling sun

And warmth of the road home.
Breezes push the wheat in waves

And dancing over one hundred acres.
They nudge me along

To a tree where the shade beneath it
Is love, a blessing to the mind

Overheated with crows
And terrorists.

*

I don’t want to go on as Stick Man
With a job and lots of money,

Worthless in the sight of Love,
Which would have me

Stroll among panthers in this town
Freely,

With the shining eyes
Of Superman,

My hair on fire,
My soles pressed to earth

And spears of grass flying up
From canyons between my toes.

*

Why be an inheritor of anything,
My love, except your volcano

And its eruptions,
Lips overflowing.

I raise my chorus of thoughts
In praise, my face an open mouth.

I heft love’s bass drum to my chest
And begin marching.
 
 
 

IMG_20140630_203204 (1)Alan Basting was born in Detroit. He earned an M.A. in English/Creative Writing at Colorado State University and a M.F.A. from Bowling Green State University. His chapbooks include Singing from the Abdomen (Stone-Marrow Press); What the Barns Breathe (Windows Press); Suddenly, Herons, The Writers’ Cooperative of Toledo and Deep Time, Daily Habits and Events (The Arts Commission of Toledo, Ohio). His most recent collection is Nothing Very Sudden Happens Here (Lynx House Press). He lives in the heart of the Manistee National Forest near the village of Bitely, Michigan, with his spouse and two dogs. 

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