Three Poems
BIO
Marc N. Noble is a first gen Belizean-American teaching English in Chicago, IL. He enjoys a good comic, sci-fi, chai lattes, and watching his daughter dance around the casa to punk music.
To me, being Latinx means saying fuck gender norms.
de libros y labios
for Julie Ann Kalsow
Si pudiera
llorar de miedo en una casa sola,
si pudiera
sacarme los ojos y comérmelos,
lo haría
por tu voz de naranjo enlutado
y por tu
poesía que sale dando gritos.
-Pablo Neruda
We talk astronomy
That this heaven is filled with spiders.
My ghost perhaps (white vine)
in this machine. Bleak sun for blind
We drink you. This
you,
Jeweled palate of coral
Snaked (t)wine that fills us.
Map-charter
Selenographer
Margin-swagger
It is tympanic daybreak
revived to scatter
a lake now sky-
filled pillars. To see each other
there silhouetted
against scaled earth which is fad-
ing. Carillon faceless hewn
wild astral
fires that soon die
without a word. My son that I
sent up
to that heaven on our back.
3:22 am
My
heart is gold. What will you give me for it?
- Tennessee Williams
lie still, my dear
do
not move
the constellations
(the further you
look,
the more
you
see) connecting us
seeming to be undefined
bright as yellow-
bloosmin' in
morning
sky "linger
here
for a moment"
stretching this heaven
all
over and always
warmer,
hotter
temperatures
of bodies
thermostat under tongues
thermometers rising
the mercury of your hair
showing how our years separate out
the
mortality of us
one
after another
you are love
wanderlust
a talon of songs
taut shoulders
that
carry me off
on lines cerise, moxie
an open box
to the sinewed red of it all
with me, slip
your hand over my wound
in
your name i hear
something soft and quiet
as a snapdragon's lower lip drinking
promises
of sunrises color
the beginning of God's answer
to
a shy prayer
like the glitter of a bee's back
in respite we hush
the word beautiful
back
down but it
moves mandible,
tongue, teeth, pink palate between
stoplights
we hope
to have another taste
of love