Mark Fleury- Two Poems

There’s Nowhere For The Color

There’s nowhere for the color

Of my subtle body’s skin

To go, and it can’t be replicated

On a flag or a veil.

But it can be bruised,

Like an ocean’s dusk 

Is that thin, and seen from

The gland, the third

Kaleidoscopic eye. Maybe loved ones 

Form a collage of photos on the wall 

Of your cubicle; maybe it’s the babies

Who drive your second sight;

A place for your inner voice to be held 

Like a child, winged and joyful. 

Service to our nation might leave you

Sleeping on concrete, until your white spaceship 

Takes you away. And even if things

Don’t seem to be in the right places,

Maybe your third eye becomes the ship:

You hold on tight as it flies

You over a parking lot of Christmas trees. 

It’s About to Rain

It’s about to rain in the backseat of my car.

The roof has become the sky and my eyelids 

Keep trying to blink through all of the sunrises

Of my past while I look through the rearview mirror

At the drenching ladder against the cliff’s edge.

Now that everything can happen in my car,

The very heart of separation from God,

Greased by lies, compresses my throat

That’s in the back of my spare-tired trunk,

So that all of the human voices

That lack rhythm can open and keep

The evolution of all vehicles into 

Solar Ships moving forward. 

The organ donation helicopters

All carry the heart of the Angel 

Aboard, finally, the One Solar Ship’s Pyramid.

The landing pads

On the tops of the hospitals, this diamond world, 

Spin with threadbare wind,

Revealing the valleys and mountains,

That weaves your eyebrows,

Threaded to their center

Off the ladder’s top.

Babies’ lives are saved there

From the bottoms of lakes,

Spared through a sand grain’s Doorway

Seen by a passing fish.

Scales fused to the glowing

Centers of the light bulbs 

That illuminate a raven trapped 

In the basement of an exhale. 

Mark Fleury lives in Saint Paul, Minnesota. He has recently had poems published in VEXT Magazine, Counterexample Poetics, Clockwise Cat, Of / With, Down in the Dirt, Altpoetics, and Experiential Experimental Literature. His most recent book of poems, The Precious Surreal Door Opened was published by The Medulla Review Publishing in 2014. Mark's first three books, published between 2010 and 2012 through Scars Publications and Design, are scheduled to be published in 2015 as a one book trilogy entitled Seeing Strangers.