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The Sluice

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on April 15, 2014 by dc

They call
The spittle that gathers
At the corners of his mouth

The sluice of true brilliance;

It shimmers
Under stage lights

And it glitters
Like bravery’s charm,

It glimmers all silver
Like fresh ice on car windows

And it twinkles in the mirrors
Of the busy city bars

Absorbing night.

Feverish with words,
Surfing strange ancient atoms
And watching patterns emerge

He is a winter sharp babel,
Every voice crystal clear,

The playwright now chosen
To relay all our fears

Through the golden humming zeligs
Devoid of any peers.