Boona Daroom
Three Poems by Boona Daroom
Three Poems
by
Boona Daroom
Horse’s Grave
Emotionless pines
we’ve proved stir.
Red August
itching up. No ring
raising cane
when Empty came
almost completely
bored worn. Bare hearts.
Girl with the Padlock
Girl with the padlock on her cellular
Sighs between exhales and consonants
Plight barrels through who knows
What she whorls through Alexander Hamilton
Two hours from now we’ll be fire
Slurred hocks slobbering corrosive
I hide inside salmon berry bush
Blunderings like power lines
We lay under the splayed light plastic
Dreary sentences on Fourteenth Street
The Arms Morpheus
Morning watched a glass shatter
Ice in the basement made a turtle
She dove into her sheets she
Saw reflected a mother’s face
Men tramped snow in and out
Shushing everyone was blue
And rich chicks pulled
Up black socks
At the dog track
Soldiers blathered things
About oil and containers
You shouldn’t drink from
Like robots dismantle themselves
To see all their thoughts
Bio:
Boona Daroom is 29. His poetry has appeared in SOFTBLOW, LIT and
other places. He lives in Brooklyn.
