TWO POEMS BY JONATHAN DOHERTY


          ROADSTER DON’T JACULATE

          Roadster don’t jaculate
          a fuller camisole. It’s trickish,
          it’s elysium and hexagram.

          Bookman for president,
          mansion mother unburdened.
          Cavern and mackinaw.

          A rockfish in euphoria,
          radiant and tempera and endless.
          No datum binary.

          Tellurium or oblate,
          scandalous dashing. Displease,
          you heteropterous.

          My transmarine pastille,
          my allopath brackish pudding—
          your underslung springer.


          INACTION IS SHAPELY


          Inaction is shapely,
          a communion spikelet bracelet.
          Pursuit for the Irishwoman.

          Fortuity flivver,
          a steeliness circulation.
          Lightless and accusal.

          Doorsill is a nutrient.
          Kleptomaniac was nisus,
          was esplanade and weakish.

          Enigma macromere—
          Replace the trumpeter Orphism,
          all the kinetonucleus.
          Circus and cofocal,
          zucchini scatterbrain. Cleavers,
          music, and univalent.


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Jonathan Doherty's poems have appeared in various magazines, including La Petite Zine and Can We Have Our Ball Back? He lives and works in New York City.


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