Douglas A. Martin Thunderbird poems

Here are four Thunderbird poems written by Douglas A. Martin below.

         Thunderbird #1

vie lets I could verge you

vices I could kiss

blue fullness of fired pointed

blue raving

blue clear linden in you blue in fired

blue car our first car

green issue shakes out green rugging

green bulb green eye green

yellow honey of the knot

yellow tail not the rumble

orange flowers in the grove

orange sun do I dare

red light hangs in the neighbors window

red paper tonguing the sun

red bird endlessly flying

red and then full and material

red bell heads

         Thunderbird #2

The vision of a tall-masted ship, at sail on the ocean, came to

His first time at sea

Us awake at night, then would

Not a husband

Dire emergency

Errand eased a little, and the surroundings became more gracious

Rev river ruin run rest ringing residents

but where to go?

in the enter fearing moving things

regret that at the present time I can not restore the funds that are owed

diffidence about.

Thunderbird #3

you rose

torch red

ignite a fence of fair

when I look, I don’t lie lick

I don’t a pert reliance

nestle down into this plushness

rose beige recline hair

underneath weeping willow,

the worn leather care

I care so much about the seams

seem the sown is.

          Thunderbird #4

It’s not an

ampersand,

Lust.

It need not be

a sad sun hand

either, muss

it

I want to fold

these

feathered lines

for you in a way to

make them us.