Poetry, Daniel Schulz
A clock’s halo ticking away the hour
above my head. Time dissipates.
So does the sky. The bee dances in circles,
pointing toward the pollen patches,
harvesting sweetness from young flowers.
It’s a poppy field out there,
taking over the climate. We hallucinate
for lack of dreams. The clock
still ticking. The seas still rising.
Raisin in the sun. We dry up, parched.
How could there be a lack of water when we
are drowning? Controversies
make the world go round. Though some
would have the world be flat,
a piece of paper they can tear up at will,
watching its pieces fall to the ground
like snowflakes.
But as facts don’t melt,
trash accumulates.
Daniel Schulz (he/him) is a U.S.-German writer, known for the book and exhibition Kathy Acker in Seattle that he curated for the Goethe Institute and Fantagraphic Books. He is known for over a hundred publications in various journals such as Gender Forum, Fragmented Voices, and the Milton Review, and the catalog Get Rid of Meaning. His chapbooks are Welfare State and No Change to Abuse. IG: @danielschulzpoet
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