Poem-A-Day #353 : Trigger

Trigger

from the Dutch trekken "to pull"
the rope is attached to your spine - your spine
fleshless taken exposed lost tail that it is
you are a dog on a chain you are
a dog sniffing the crotches
of every man in the place
from Latin catena it was always just a link
to be held closed soldered
silver shadowing the fence hides a monster - you
are the monster
here a needle thread floss make a wish
a bullet of yarn a trigger of hemp
beads of silk and bone the teeth of every dead soul
that burned across this earth

Poem-A-Day #1 : Quis?

So. I'm doing this again.


Quis?

This box
sealed shiplap painted with tobacco
hinged and watertight

It houses a dead star

Collects the crumbs from a planet
chewed up by dueling black holes
on its surfaces

Bought in the back room of a store run by a blind man
taken into the house of a woman with a third leg

It trembles thinly

A metal sheet punched from an old can
scribbled on with a stick and tossed
into the mouth of a sulphur spring

It is your tongue
ripped from your skull and folded
into an airplane