Archive for September 3, 2019

Even The Cracks Have Cracks

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2019 by dc

Even the cracks have cracks

Is the name
Of this new
Photo montage,

And the near shattered glass
Is a metaphor hanging on
For dear life,

Ugly reflections
are rife,

Transparency woos
And then fools

Like a knife
Stood upright
In a dishwasher’s shadows,

Chosen and potent,

Exposing the moment
This new omen sat frozen,

All focused and fracturing light.

Last Day

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2019 by dc

Collapsed in
The stream face up,

A tangled canopy
Of broken visions,

The flickering branches,

Clouds curdling
All crushed,

The stench of fresh vomit
All mingled with mud,

Nostrils burning,
Dogs circling,

Laughing from the base of his gut;

Teenage chanting
In the distance,

Screams fermenting
Undiscussed.