A Poem by Robert Krut

Robert Krut

Robert Krut

Robert Krut is the author of This is the Ocean (Bona Fide Books, 2013), which received the Melissa Lanitis Gregory Poetry Award, and The Spider Sermons (BlazeVox, 2009). His poetry has appeared in numerous journals, including The Cimarron Review, Gulf Coast, Blackbird, and more. He lives in Los Angeles, and teaches at the University of California, Santa Barbara. www.robert-krut.com 

THIS ALL STARTS WITH YOU, AND THIS ALL ENDS WITH YOU

There's a dragon sleeping on the roof, his tail trails the wall.
Your eyes invert themselves in sleep.
The stigmata was not from nails, it was from snakes escaping.
A boot on the throat is a tooth in the heart.
The lawn of the world makes us all trespassers.
Please come call the clouds with me.
With a wind, see an ocean, with an ocean, see slate.
I'm ready for anything.
When my stomach is ripped from my body, I fully expect it.
Three horns were too much, and I know I offer one to you.
A thousand leaves are worth one wish.
I forgot to forgo.
Crushing coal into a diamond is crushing a diamond into nothing.
I am making myself into a tree and I've been burying my feet for ages.
If you see Saturn has been haloed, you have seen your own face.
In the shoes of the world, the feet of the devil.
When the city turns its high rises inside out, the dimples will be your palm.
A firework of fingerprints explodes over the buildings.