by James Underwood

Absent

Absent

handed, without

lines

cast

into a chart un-

drawn.

Currents

Assembled from the rapid

gasps of forms

you’ve run into, fleshing

out your birthing with inhalations of their

limby currents,

leg yourself across the rim and

take your leap

from blue.

Mine

Swallow arm to word

bed, stutter stone a-

sunder

grip vein

mine.

Semaphore

Descend on me in a garment

of claws,

winging my arms in an

avian semaphore

that’s chalked into walls, dusted

onto paper.

Whiter

Whiter space e-

rased from where your eyes

took light, your

mouth unwilling

to tongue what tastes up-

on the mind.

Notes on Author’s Work:

As well as these five poems, more of James Underwood’s poetry can be found in the inaugural December 2012 issue of Eastlit.