Coronet
The hope I steady my jaws to receive,
a gaudy metal glint
of comic richness? Sadly, porcelain.
He sculpts the falsehood,
grinding arches. In the argument
of the body, the nerve is all
honesty- fighting drill flicks-
the new arrangement gauged
by my tongue, tenderer
of forgiveness. I’ll pay installments
to house this ivory grit
I swear to preserve.
Siesta
Rouse no echo
somewhere else, day’s business occurring-
let their words pile into cairns,
our traveling will be nowhere
near their red-handed reins, digital
liturgies, computer clocks, snarling bits
of momentum we’ll have none of
here, when we lose standing
to be each other’s
chosen, we hear only the sun-strummed
axis, this sixth hour
slipped, back to breath
& its unpinning.
One-Two
once she called her dealer to say two of everything-
two shots on her way over to usher in oblivion
two joints to lift her shoulders & head by loyalty
up two lines to vacuum the void two caps
to sit on her own caterpillar two tabs
of blotter? sometimes context has to go
through when eves beauty pushed memory
around now we waken to dry nights inheritance
safe to say NarcissusIsALaugher@MiddleAge
& there’s danger in too much time at any mirror
the dark growing fond of it’s nearness to ourselves
that’s ruinous, so to make the rest of this mysterious
step into long form life’s loveliness this old hand
still in heart’s cursive now they punch ‘em out
Maximilian Heinegg poems have appeared in The Cortland Review, Columbia Poetry Review, Tar River Poetry, December Magazine, Free State Review, and The American Journal of Poetry, among others. Additionally, he is a singer-songwriter and recording artist. He lives and teaches English in the public schools of Medford, MA.