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St Ursula

what’s your take on Cassavetes
the moon and its teardrop tattoo,
ex lovers, ex husbands, ex revolutionaries;
What’s your take
on the seat of wisdom
and the distance between fact and fiction,
the court of knee kissers
and the unreasoned order
of wings and window frames,
the Low Countries
where we used to get drunk
and throw our bicycles
in canals

St Ursula
you’re a work of uncertain origin
beating Sunday, eating yogurt on the roof
with renewed appreciation;
At that time
the worst thing I ever did
was smoke all your cigarettes
and say your nose
soared like a crooked steeple,
a performance we could see from space
And look! at the link in the comments
I have movies on the lips
I have basketballs too neat and hard to grasp.

Passage

I had a falling out
with my biographer
in the valley
of malicious bots
I grew fangs,
ate a cathedral
This was in Spain
I was dating
a photographer
who read poems
from right to left
She didn’t know
how to end
a phone call
It was as if
she was trying
to find a passage
to something
we can’t quite
recognize
like casual
reincarnation
or a shadow
sewing a hole
in the sky

About the artist

Damon Hubbs is a poet from New England. Recent publications include The Literary Underground, Horror Sleaze Trash, World Hunger, Dodo Eraser, HAWKEYE, and others. His latest collection, Bullet Pudding, is forthcoming from Roadside Press. He is a poetry editor at Blood+Honey and The Argyle Literary Magazine.