Marsh Hawk Review is an online poetry journal sponsored by the Marsh Hawk Press collective. Marsh Hawk Review will appear twice a year, under the revolving editorship of collective members. Each issue will offer a selection of poems solicited by the editor, in addition to new work posted by poets in the collective.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

STEPHEN PAUL MILLER




MILKING HONEY



What is it? Manna it is

for general readers,

the Lord with them

more than anti-Moses-

Aaron factions.



Refreshed by the shower in Psycho,

a third category of reader poises

in Zen wonder at flummoxed

sand-flies sensing bottomless

air from Transjordan

to the Negev buckle.



California nights rub an

apotheosis of Hitchcock’s

birds from their eyes.

McGuffins (sometimes MacGuffins),

what spies, not audience, desire,



the birds in The Birds

just shorthand for the

edge like everything

in this poem anything

crucial for milking honey.




DO YOU MIND IF I SKETCH YOU WHILE WE TALK?



Let’s call the 51st state Destruction.

If Republicans take Congress

the tribe of Gad and Reuben may

lose their foothold on Jordan



and then will follow a very long passage in Numbers

on Balaam and one big talking ass

who seems to have inserted

this passage in the original itinerary.



The wilderness swirls counter-clockwise,

a glitch allowing Moses to see the

Beverley Hillbillies at Midian and

first learn of great Yahweh.



Clouds over the mound of Arad

thrill the strings of my heart.

Everything coming

to us gets there.





ADDITIONAL SOUL



Thanks so for inhabiting

my frame for the duration

of this Sabbath.



As a rabbi, I’m aware

your awesome presence

raises the specter of polytheism….



My missing Miriam,

link to the bottom of things.



My point has always been

my dad Yahweh’s “people”

drove my mom Asherah

under the ground and



way above it where you live



in a world before

Oedipus and Hamlet—



monotheism broadened

married to itself deeply alone

perhaps but not lonely.




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