two poems
Security
Ice cubes pop
Out of the ice
Tray missed pop
To the floor down
Shatter tiny ice
Shapes hydrogen
Bombs drop into
Antarctic ice it’s
Called testing
Out shatter tiny
Ice shapes when
The bomb pops
When I pop ice
From the ice tray
I think of teeth
Pulled the pop
Like the ice cube
Pop I’ve never
Had teeth pulled
Because I don’t have
Insurance I wonder
If the hydrogen bomb
Testers have insurance
Clouds
Pretty odd clouds
Watch down always
Behind whisper I see
You I know you see me
Cloud clearly I know
Your blue eyes I know
They never ever weep
And Im sorry odd cloud
Not weeping is good but
Weeping is also good Oh
I know you know I weep
Even when you watch I do
And you are made to float
For me but for you I weep
Poor clouds I weep for you
Anastasios Karnazes is an MFA student at Columbia University.