Poetry at Sangam

Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.

AS ‘HEAVENLY BODIES’ BY TAMARYN PLAYED by Todd Swift

I came out of myself, was the river in the middle of the old way
of the road, the third movement, a moving van, a targeted thing,

gossamer wing, the last to fire on the smoking man. Go fiddle
with your days if you can, until you break a string. I was giddy,

grown relatively fat, though measureless to myself, on a high
shelf, but toppling; I fell in love most days, gaily, many ways;

floated like heat haze; broke laws like others gauze; runners ran
through the tape of my dreams. Was head of the department of looms;

I ran from hall to hall patterning rooms; was a shoe-gaze instrumental.
They could have put me down as mental if they’d caught me then.

But I was so alone in the music of dreamy unstoppable procession
of being forgotten; a shoe in the back; coin under the shoe; more me

than you, but less of me than no one at all; the sigh before the squall;
breath before the rattle; universal mindless sputtering endless prattle.

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