Repetition and rhyme Trapped by the canal, In the mournful solitude, Drunkenness already diminishing, Or gone, outer face of the night Turning yellow, everything That is speaking is flying, The dead explore the clothed.
Heaven wheels itself Through the crowd, As a moving skyline of smiles Speaks with bat wing mouths, Everything experiments in color But you remain dark and clear, The walking cave, the canvas.
Several pages long, The green grass subjects Surround the emaciated lagoons While it lacks poetry, Somewhere in the celestial grime, Flesh of lives sings With voices muffled by plywood.
In the rosy punctured dawn, You wake again, drunkenness, Trapped in by the canal, The river is on fire, With clay steps you follow Porcelain feet, until Sacred blue washes you away, Your ear swirls, your eye pants,And you’ve gotten straw for free.
A Book Review
It was a very subtle book, yes Very subtle and filled With the intrigue of eyes And the language of flowers, So subtle, that even now I cannot remember the title.
A Voice Left
They consider your ashen hair crudeness a silence, you hover written in the book
You write it and walk from Germany but your drink is in unrest against time
Had it been a vice-versa color not ripped up by lead, would you follow with orchids singing?
Now you are a grounds to argue over as the smoke hits to engage in a mark: poetry, technology, and truth
All we know leaves The tomb, Even laying out the body true Forces a relevant turn To either side
It points out To a temporary burial, A borrowed Sabbath Behind the slippers Hung in red and in sight.
Transient Global Amnesia
In a post-bicentennial world, Labor force participation is now altered, Only the inevitable is ever different, Revolution is a world taken, Change is nothing you can change.
Children with high confidence In electricity abound, everyone taught To jump over candlesticks, They overlap with gas savoring adults, Forming ill paid oily societies.
The simple job is the first and the last Only the middle is complicated, Refinement and retirement is given over To scrolling answers and lives Saved through codes and normalcy.
Too many years, too many decades Too late, forever too late, Nothing different out of the college coma, Everything threatened is everything We know of this life and cherish
I am a twenty five year old writer currently living in Arlington, Virginia. My work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, One Ghana One Voice, Caper Literary Journal, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, Super Arrow, Grey Sparrow Journal, Pear Noir, Rabbit Catastrophe Review, and Yes Poetry. Recently, a chapbook of mine Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained, has been published by Folded Word Press. I maintain a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and am looking to publish my first novel.