Maximilian Heinegg

Coronet

The hope I steady my jaws to receive,

a gaudy metal glint

of comic richness? Sadly, porcelain.

He sculpts the falsehood,

grinding arches. In the argument

of the body, the nerve is all

honesty- fighting drill flicks-

the new arrangement gauged

by my tongue, tenderer

of forgiveness. I’ll pay installments

to house this ivory grit

I swear to preserve.

Siesta

Rouse no echo

somewhere else, day’s business occurring-

let their words pile into cairns,

our traveling will be nowhere

near their red-handed reins, digital

liturgies, computer clocks, snarling bits

of momentum we’ll have none of

here, when we lose standing

to be each other’s

chosen, we hear only the sun-strummed

axis, this sixth hour

slipped, back to breath

& its unpinning.

One-Two

once she called her dealer to say two of everything-

two shots on her way over to usher in oblivion

two joints to lift her shoulders & head by loyalty

up two lines to vacuum the void two caps

to sit on her own caterpillar two tabs

of blotter? sometimes context has to go

through when eves beauty pushed memory

around now we waken to dry nights inheritance

safe to say NarcissusIsALaugher@MiddleAge

& there’s danger in too much time at any mirror

the dark growing fond of it’s nearness to ourselves

that’s ruinous, so to make the rest of this mysterious

step into long form life’s loveliness this old hand

still in heart’s cursive now they punch ‘em out

Maximilian Heinegg poems have appeared in The Cortland Review, Columbia Poetry Review, Tar River Poetry, December Magazine, Free State Review, and The American Journal of Poetry, among others. Additionally, he is a singer-songwriter and recording artist. He lives and teaches English in the public schools of Medford, MA.

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