Geoffrey Detrani

Various Lamps of Bronze

After the metric of parch and drench.

To narrow the places
The simple heart – uncoiling,
Beating amid the cane work
– can feast.

Cherry red thorax. Breast plate
Like the shoulder high thigh of
A horse.

In its orderly gaps
Wedges stuffed
The dry dock caulkers work box.

Enwreathe the plain bag.

A bundle of dynamite in the
Gloating chest.


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Two with a Common Look

The sum of their glossy parts
Like birth wet.

Add alluvium.

Lying dead swallow in the bumpy

In utility fringes, a two-width coat.

Like gun cotton wrapping a snack.

The one a bulb of soft and plated tips,
Laying prone, pivoting on a lung.

The other, a face of chagrin margins,
Full of grinning crease.

Pressing bantam weight


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The setting: a glade

Of cozy, sunned blanket grass
Up-elemented to a taut semblance.

A riot with sky azure gully
Of almost perfect parameter.

Ageless above – wisp ripped of a cirrus froth.
As white cilia streaked, dove tailing
One bleached peninsula into the other.

Lymph white.
Some gap.
Pensive, split.

Like a fault in the shimmering canister blue.

Rose-pink dangled to the periphery of this
Scene. A bludgeon of parenthesis.

A ribbon of turn taking hands
Wasted to the shoulder, even further.

Our shapes made flush
With slug of camouflage and lullaby.

Geoffrey Detrani is a writer, artist and teacher. His artist's books are in the collection of the Museum of Modern Art, the Brooklyn Museum of Art and the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. In 1999/2000 he was an artist in residence at the former World Trade Center with a studio on the 91st floor. His writing has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Crowd, Canary, Fence, Fourteen Hills, 6x6, Drunken Boat, Massachusetts Review, New Orleans Review, Black Warrior Review, and other publications. He lives with his wife and son in Brooklyn, New York.