SEPTEMBER SONG
Timothy Liu | Poetry
More like sloppy seconds than top-shelf buzz.
No anticipated first soft kiss.
Only a soundtrack of fits and starts.
It’s all tongue and groove, pestle and mortar from here on out.
Pedal to the rusted metal.
Your dreams ground up into a pill rolling underneath the floor.
Dark and dank.
Bottoming out worse than crawlspace love.
Timothy Liu’s latest books of poems are Down Low and Lowdown and Luminous Debris, both out from Barrow Street. New work is forthcoming in American Poetry Review and Denver Quarterly. A reader of occult esoteria, he teaches at SUNY New Paltz and Vassar College.