The Literary Review
music from the basement
some goodbyes are left unsaid
some last deep
into nights where
darkness is soft
and invites change
without limits tied to earth
I sensed you coming
- Lisa Bond
(3/3/22)
my best friends (have always been poets musicians outcasts
who are uncategorizable
people who play who write down beautiful and painful things
who see things and remember in whatever way they can
people who understand things even when they don’t `
we seek each other out
- Lisa Bond
are there any martian women in this bar?
they wander on earth
they come down
for the warmth
they dream here
and find a language
in their mouths
- Lisa Bond
invisible
listen here I knew
your song was in the sky
and when I took it down
strange things began to happen
- Lisa Bond
song
In different rooms
We are aware of each other
The traces of footsteps on the heart the wear and tear and love that’s
there
The beginning the end the middle and
now
- Lisa Bond
running out of time is a drag
I sit here thinking
the copperhead snake
the city pigeon
the flights into and out of your world
the parameters have changed
my vision is different
still
the songs continue in the middle of the construction
the brain in our computer is learning from us
it already knows how to write poetry
in this strange universe
- Lisa Bond
MAYBE
as the night slipped by
places disappear
it’s a song that got lost
good night tightly
I meant what I mean
as it burns away
there is beauty in the fire
in the blood
the infinitesimal traces of being
not where to end it but where does it end
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we’re here in this moment in this page like the pages that were
found by looking as young children
magically discovering words that kept us alive
written by long gone voices
speaking to us
enveloping us
now
- Lisa Bond
Billy The Artist
you were such a bright spot in the universe
your pictures and words your colors
and sounds
are pure light
I keep seeing you
on the streets
of the east village
in the building
in my head
you reverberate
and remain
- Lisa Bond
(3/3/22)
STAR
I am a light
coming
from a million
miles away
but really
I am already dark
remote
so distant
that
you can not touch me
I have no voice
& you fall asleep
never knowing
you could
save my flesh
from
turning
to stone
- Lisa Bond
AS I WASN’T FALLING
as I wasn’t falling asleep
I thought of all the faces I know
of people who all touch through
some kind of network
( whose voices I hear & whose
pain I feel )
people I haven’t said hello to
even if we pass many times
as though we don’t recognize each
other
or closer people
I understand from this distance
although I was mute
& elsewhere
at the time
we were all here tonight
together in my head
finding all the lost words
- Lisa Bond