'empty tropics' & 'gazing eastward mountain'

by Robert Wood
Read our interview with Robert here


empty tropics

searched to listen
the clattering voyage
wandering and moral

the mirror like fire like great music like dirt

the betrayal excused
the cost broiled
the possible gesture



gazing eastward mountain

the clatter and the torn
of was and born
brick or stone or calico or marrow

the few haunts
oceanic and tailored

thundering the sound
the trouble where he dreams of things
plainly sided with day, grey strange & wild

true the ice, caged and paced
as they go
out with our brothers and some day
the ways
restless on a knowledge of roads