Two Poems by Brian Beatty

Poetry: Brain Beatty

Coyote Coyote
—for Tony Fitzpatrick

That forest that goes
unseen for its own trees

is full of mirrors, too:

obscure, obscene
American mirrors baring

our teeth.

We like whatever we notice once
we dare to re-open

our eyes.

But those dark unknowns we still fear
run wild through

our veins.

And in the proud American way
bullets whiz by

our heads.

We just stand here staring.
Frozen. Limbs stuffed.

Black Eyes Everywhere

The neighborhood crows know
something they’re not telling us
and they won’t shut up about it.

I was that way
those two years I lived in Ohio—
polluting the air

with talk it would’ve been
impossible for anybody to walk.
The young and dumb do that.

Not just birds.
Not just terrified Midwesterners.
Idiots everywhere have

trouble keeping their own secrets.
They can’t wait to escape, to explode
from bare limbs

into a black cloud.

Brian Beatty’s jokes, poems and stories have appeared in numerous print and online publications, including Conduit, elimae, The Evergereen Review, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, The Quarterly, and Seventeen. He lives in St. Paul, Minnesota.

Photo credit: shannontanski,

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