David Shapiro Poetry

PoetryEarly Summer 2002

By David Shapiro

Lindsay Stamms: My Sandal Mist

My sad tan slim

Sandy mat dim

My sandal mist.

My land mist as –

My mad tin lass!

My sad tan slim

Dynamism salt.

Stay damn slim.

My sandal mist.

My sand lint Sam-

My sand slit am-

My sad tan slim-

My Dan slit Sam-

My mild tan ass

My sandal mist.

My damn salt is-

My damn it lass-

My sad tan slim

My sandal mist.

For the Jewish Objectivists

After C.R.

Seeds or snow

Not everyone can tell

There is a blessing for being blessed

And a blessing for catastrophe

But is there a blessing for a house split open by

Seeds of snow

So that everyone sees through you

As if you were a grey door

David Shapiro is the author of more than 20 books, including January, Poems from Deal, A Man Holding an Acoustic Panel, The Page-Turner, Lateness, House (Blown Apart), To an Idea, After a Lost Original, and the forthcoming Burning Interior. He is a past recipient of the award for experimental poetry, given every three years by the National Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters.