photo by author.

of ice complex.


Alex Guenther
Apr 7, 2021


of ice complex, the massive signpost said;
or that reversed, in fact; i stand behind
a real-estate facade, where wild vines
across a vacant lot in riot spread.
these words, reverberating through my head
as evening falls, send tendrils through my mind;
cicada-song repeats, sunlight declines,
the hemisphere rolls into dusk; instead
of turning home, i’m frozen in my tracks
and baffled how these frost-bit buds might bloom.
i don’t know what i seek, what would suffice;
a broken sign at dusk, seen from the back -
why aren’t i heading back up to my room?
my only thoughts of ice, of ice, of ice.

alex guenther. recent interview here and book here.



Alex Guenther

teacher and author living in bangkok, thailand. poetry available here: