Robert Balun

Desert

we have emergencies

we have bail bags

 

we have chimerizations

 

 

these were the years

 

tell me

what my name was

 

I just wanted

 

to touch my debt

hold the physical

 

weight of its corpus

 

across my back

 

the lifetrap’s

 

montage

data’s

 

chewing on my lips

 

some imposed version of the

 

world

building

 

made of melted

 

memory

 

dream

running through the visions in the scrim

 

anchored to

a little chair

 

in the particle mandala

 

collapsing

 

to return

 

 

 

 

Robert Balun is an adjunct at The City College of New York, where he teaches creative writing and composition.  His poems have recently appeared in TAGVVERK, Prelude, Barrow Street, Poor Claudia, Apogee, Cosmonauts Avenue, and others.