Christopher Title
The Outlaw
Nobody bothers
With me I am
A kind of wind
I’m–a
Nobody some how's
But this is me we's
Talkin' 'bout
And my feelin's
No matter how
Insincere
They may seem
Everybody knows
What’s happenin'
It ain’t right
But nuthin' is
Right to all of us
Except what we've got
And I will thank you
After the waves break
Your hurricane
Beyond the Beyond the Beyond
This evening this autumn
This year cool and wet
Seven green tomatoes
Seven times blessed times seven
Are slowly blushing
Are ripening are slowly turning
To a color—the color
Of Earth’s final color
Those leaves those trees
Those racing cloud trees
Make things different
Make making different things
Here on long nights, which are sometimes
Long but bright lights shine too
I believe I could live
For this if you do
About Chris Title
Christopher Title lives and teaches in the Twin Cities area where he also produces Barbaric Yawp, a literary open-mic reading series. His work has appeared in South Ash Press, Living Out, Rock Paper Scissors, Asphalt Sky, Konundrum Engine Literary Review, Cartier Street Review, and Sleet Magazine. Recently, Title’s poem "Cannonball" was featured in the Lonely Whale Memoir anthology published by Chatsworth Press.