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HoboEye Poems:
Adrian Kien, Missoula, MT



deuce deuce

An atom having the same number of protons in its nucleus as other varieties of the element but with a different number of neutrons.

the mirror halts / a crisis to my forehead
stitches my bleating  / back to me

tells me how to trot / and still be looking good
in isotopes / in passing air through the boeuf

there are days of picking an eye to open / a cure beneath
to see you stampeding / in both directions
when we are apart / I am scared
when we are one / I am not the light

in the next / was mother / was crying
so I cried / the heat lamp for another halo

red milk / red leather / red milk / red leather

© Kelly Packer


Saint Ken on the Waves

what if gulls off flopped
were twice once and gone?
or they came back
laundry white
in tide bottles and orange?
uttering yellow
bread and responsible noise
reasonable storms like the pukka
house of feathers round a halo’d sun.
what if they said escape here without
wearing grey shirt sleeves.
anyhow I would I would go on
thinking is they and away
and a scritch scritch hey
a sixpack ring and anchor chains
weigh me and my fingers and one
alone on the sea. we go now.

© Kelly Packer


Brigid

I drank milk from
your skin with eyes
open in open
prayer to your marbled
ribs the tips of your
ears where tongues
tasted out
perimeters of what
was to know the prayer
of every flank blessed thing
the circumference of a bell

© Kelly Packer

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Adrian Kien and Kelly Packer grew up in Missoula, MT. After surviving a
three year bout of Mormon Cricket fever and the BSU MFA program in Boise, Idaho, they are moving to Grenoble, France where they will spread their own diseases of the hand and mouth. You can see more of Kelly's work at www.kellypacker.com

 
 
 
 
 
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