Mark Young

11.06 a.m.

Things happen
that re-
call poems —

The day before he died, a burnet moth
come to town . . .  —

but where / you go /
from there / is
o p e n.

The 15% lemon
soda tastes
heavily of rind.

You know
nothing of
Hiroshima.

 

Mark Young's most recent book is les échiquiers effrontés, a collection of surrealist visual poems laid out on chessboard grids, just published by Luna Bisonte Prods. Due out later this year is The Word Factory: a miscellany, from gradient books of Finland, & an e-book, A Vicarious Life — the backing tracks, from otata.