TWO POEMS by NICHOLAS BON

TWO POEMS by NICHOLAS BON

Poem for the Hills, Somewhere

Behind these hills I've heard that there are more hills.
I'd take you there, but the road always seems to be closed.
This feels slightly off, like a dream, so I'll make my home
in the logic of dreams. After all, the horizon depends on us,
not on the world, and the way forward never really feels
like progress. When we're lost, we can light a fire,
a point pushing through the plane enough to warp it all
to impossibility. We can always tell when we're lost.
We can always tell it's night by the way the sun forgets
us. Don't worry about me, though. I was awake before,
and that was enough.

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Poem about Emptiness

There are owls everywhere

but I don't hear the sounds of owls

The sun sets after the war

Look around you

There's a couch with no one on it

There's a green screen behind the trees

where we'll later place the stars

Long ago I got the message

If you love something, prerecord it

so my boombox plays in my cathedral

Build a new engine by crying

in an empty room

To cry in an empty room

is to remain somewhere familiar

if not warm

My boombox plays in my cathedral

Here it's the end of the world

My cathedral with its perfectly tuned echo

and the apathy all around us

I'm trying to cut through it as best I can


Nicholas Bon lives in Georgia, where they edit Epigraph Magazine. They have a chapbook coming out soon from Ghost City Press and recent poems in Spy Kids Review, M E T A T R O N, and Dream Pop Journal. Find them online at nicholasbon.com or @1000000horses.

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