Three Poems

by Kurt Luchs



My Dark Lovely

When we meet in the dark

my dark lovely

its always like two subway trains

colliding and catching fire.

Many innocents are killed

but O the glory of the flames

and the sweet shudder

down the length of us

as we leap the tracks to land

atop one another.

And after, to be pulled by loving

hands from the happy wreckage

and soothed and tickled

from the edge of madness

back to sanity…

this is why I love the dark

and my dark lovely

disaster.




The Fear

I know you’re afraid

of me and what I might do to you

if you let me, just as I

am afraid of myself

alone with myself,

so quiet I can hear

the blood beating in my neck.

I fear for you also

with me or without,

in a world full

of people like us.



Overflowing

My heart is a rain barrel constantly overflowing

with love that has nowhere to go, so it goes

to the neon bar sign in the early twilight,

someplace Ive never been, never will be,

yet that fuzzy red glow has won me completely,

it goes to the Coopers hawk circling in an updraft,

yes brother, Im with you, I too am hungry

and empty and drifting, it goes to the sound of traffic

all around me, lives hurtling by with a whoosh,

here and gone, here and gone, something whispering underneath

that speed that could be the rhythm of a slower, sadder song,

I hear you, Im with you as well, do you hear me,

it goes to the half-moon hanging like an unfinished mobile

over the crib of a star-child, it goes to the sky,

the greatest show on earth, ever-changing, ever-breathtaking,

all that beauty unfolding endlessly for everyone

but somehow so intimate also, as if unveiling itself in pink

and blue and gray just for me, yes, Im yours, take me now!

Why do I never meet any women like that?




Kurt Luchs has poems published or forthcoming in Plume Poetry Journal, The American Journal of Poetry, and The Bitter Oleander. He took Second Place in the 2019 Fischer Poetry Prize, and won the 2019 Atlanta Review International Poetry Contest. He has written humor for the New Yorker, the Onion, and McSweeney's Internet Tendency, as well as writing comedy for television and radio. His humor collection is entitled It's Funny Until Someone Loses an Eye (Then It's Really Funny) (Sagging Meniscus Press). His poetry chapbook is called One of These Things Is Not Like the Other (Finishing Line Press). You can read more about Kurt and his work on his personal website: www.kurtluchs.com

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