Kirk Robertson
Noire
Femme as woman
ruche as hive
of activity pleated
Folded together
fatale not as fatal
but inevitable
Dry ache of absence
longing the stuff of fado
on a night like this
Oracles say
the idle pleasures
of these days
Cannot be guaranteed
time becomes malleable
morning slips by unoticed
Afternoon clouds up
power bumps sudden
cumulonimbus threaten
Darkness rushes
in to fill the void
for the nonce
The moon that was not
here rhymed perfectly
with vermouth
The stain of your
sweet red lips
on the rim of everything
Incidental Music
A dark gray front
moves impulses
Around the sky
my potatoes
Boil in a pot
the fridge hums
With desperate certainty
leaves after being
Green for so long
yellow and fall
Bio
Kirk Robertson has published twenty collections of poetry including Music: A Suite & 13 Songs (Floating Island) and Just Past Labor Day: New & Selected Poems (University of Nevada). A new volume is in preparation and a collection of essays on the visual arts is forthcoming. He lives in Fallon, Nevada where he is Program Director for the Churchill Arts Council.