Prayer-curse For A New Year
Coyote's bowed head in the flashlight
and the thickness of frost out across the field
is a sign of something in the New Year
A hunted thing - silence in the crook of a tree
mistaken for meaning and darkness
You could crawl in that space - live out a life
unexamined - the hermit - a cowl and staff ready
if only you could open your drawn-on mouth
On the drive home you cannot escape yellow eyes
the sign of possession in every movie ever made
The trickster god opens his mouth and fills
the world with flies and sparking lanterns
polyhedral dice fall in clatters on the tin roof
The sound of grass shattering is a year-is-over sound
a year-is-starting promise that could -
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02 January 2017
09 April 2016
Poem-A-Day #40 : Pejorism
Pejorism
The world spins - which is obvious
In the blackness of space it tilts itself like Don Quixote
Caring little for what spreads across its surface
That tilt - everything flows off the face into the ocean of orbit
The world shakes itself dry
The world looks into the sun until it dehydrates
Silence fans out from the center
History chains the thing to its horse - drags it from the view
The world spins - which is obvious
In the blackness of space it tilts itself like Don Quixote
Caring little for what spreads across its surface
That tilt - everything flows off the face into the ocean of orbit
The world shakes itself dry
The world looks into the sun until it dehydrates
Silence fans out from the center
History chains the thing to its horse - drags it from the view
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