June 2, 2022

Malcolm Alexander

BEGINNER’S LESSON

If you wish to be wealthy, duck beneath
the topcoat of a well-dressed river
until you come up with a mossy boot
filled with shiners. Spend them wisely.

To tread lightly on the earth,
first breathe in and out slowly
to sense how oxygen walks barefoot,
then observe butterflies, so weightless
even our poetry burdens them.

Avoid mistaking sadness for blueberries,
but if this happens, remember only one
of the two tastes like a somersault.

Make nothing more of the moon
than what it is, a great big pebble
hunting for a shoe, not to be confused
with the heart, likewise a vagabond.

Inside of every stray cat lurks a person
who discarded love. Remember this
when you bend over to wind them up.

If you feel compelled to fly a flag,
note how it struggles in vain to be a rainbow
and how envy will make it twist and flap
like a tongue. Consider instead a kite.

If you desire to reach heaven,
have your body buried in an aspen grove.
In time, all of you will wick up
into a loud version of it.

If the noise of the human world overwhelms you,
trace the voicebox of an orchid with your finger.
When you get to the aria, listen.
But beware, for beauty can be a lacewing
or a meteor, and lands wherever it pleases.

When you finish reading a poem,
bend it around so you can see
yourself in it. Then laugh out loud.
Everything else now should come easy.

from Rattle #26, Winter 2006
Rattle Poetry Prize Honorable Mention

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Malcolm Alexander: “I began to read poetry and then later attempted to write it, not only while in prison, but on account of it. Ironically, I don’t have to struggle like most folks to find the time to write. On the other hand, this place sure as hell ain’t Yaddo. Though the idea of ‘Beginner’s Lessons’ came to me as a quirk of wordplay and image about an old boot filled with golden fish, the various stanzas went through three years of revisions in an attempt to make each one just offbeat enough to make a person think about its underlying truth.”

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May 9, 2019

Malcolm Alexander

GESTURE

At a temple in Bangkok
you can purchase a living dove
for less than you’d think,

but the idea is not
to keep it, as pet or meal,
but to free it,

as gesture, such pure joy
in symbolism, you think,
until you come to learn

the bird is trained
and will return later
to be paid for

and released again. The cynic
in you says, enough
of gestures, but this one

is more profound than you might think,
for when it comes to freedom,
the down payment is cheap and easy.

It’s the installments that kill you.

from Rattle #23, Spring 2005

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Malcolm Alexander: “I wrote this poem while serving a seven-year sentence in an Arizona prison for drug offenses. Prior to incarceration, I was an avid blues guitarist and back-country motorcyclist.”

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June 2, 2009

Malcolm Alexander

SEMIOTICS

Ironic that within this ☮ sign, the outer circle of which
symbolizes the joining of hands of all nations,

looms a ready missile. Peace be damned, it middlefingers.
If you want a piece of me, give it your best shot.

So human nature yanks out from under us
the gantry of human achievement.

Yanks, yes, as in Yankees, often champions of a confrontation
the object of which is to bludgeon something

harmless and resembling a child’s head. Head, as in warhead,
meathead, penis, love missile: pick the term which doesn’t belong

to us. As much as we scratch our heads,
we discover that we are, inescapably,

our language. Just imagine, such strange symbols, indecipherable
across cultures as a chicken’s scratch, on occasion

one’s only, momentary ☮ before the head-chopping,
may one day be weighty enough to change the world!

And given the terrifying gravity of all meaningful things,
from whose unholy grasp neither we nor missiles

nor in fact anything escapes, if we fail to translate
our barriers into bridges, we may just conclude

ourselves. Ironic that only if we scratch
the sole sign-making species from the face of this planet

☮ will be unavoidable.

from Rattle #30, Winter 2008

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Malcolm Alexander: “I spent more than ten of the past twenty years in Arizona for drug offences. I’m finally free and living in Tucson, and I plan to apply to the University of Arizona’s MFA program next year. I like writing and publishing poetry because it’s likely as close to being a rock star as I’ll ever be.”

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