Three Poems by Zachary Schomburg

Zachary Schomburg

I work so hard, but for what?

I don’t care to really know

            anything anymore.

I’ve never seen a new mountain.

Fake cobras outnumber

            the real ones.

            The fakeness has overtaken us.

The sea, you see, is the key to

            a good life.

It laps forth, like gears.

It laps forth, like crepe.

It laps. It laps, cellophanic.



Pasta is my favorite food.

It’s time to eat!

I make a face with the noodles.

It looks familiar.

The plate bites my fingers off.

I drop the plate and it breaks.

That’s enough pasta.



It’s like a sea of heat.

The kid shows up with shorts on.

Where’d you get those shorts,

            The Gap?

Do you have any change?

(Kids always have big bills.)

This kid had exact change.

He’s a champ at math.

He sews his own clothes.

In this world so few sew.

            So so few do.



Painting by  Karen McAlister Shimoda, Afterdrop (2017)

Zachary Schomburg is the author of a novel, Mammother (Featherproof Books) and four poetry books all published by Black Ocean. He is the publisher of the independent poetry press, Octopus Books, from where he lives in Portland, Oregon. These poems are from his chapbook, Hear Oars (Two Plum Press).