After The Fall

After the Fall

Sometimes these tongueless hours bring you close

breath to hanging breath, a laugh your key

to the deadbolt of ambivalent remorse

a remembered violated electricity.

Other times the soulless house contracts,

the shadow falls, the long-awaited night

clings to me,  a flower to its bracts;

god clears the clinkered eye-mote from his sight.

He kicks the wormy apple from paradise

to roll the long descent to cidered hell

square-ended in a box of no replies,

and stops the mouth of the pixelated well.

A chiaroscuro grief, saint's agony

is Lucifer's anaphasic mutiny.      

~February 2013

dVerse Poets


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Birds

birds

Birds

It was dark

when the bird in my belly came out

and tried to sing. The snake in my head

swung up from the shadow,

nodding flower face uncoiling, a scaleback

pendulum of mirrors blurring

the blackberry eye like a pocket watch

blazing till the bird dropped

a drink of candlelight for

the wolf in your belly,

biting for blood.

It was dark

when the owl in my barnscape came out

and tried to fly. She was tied to a string,

cutting black on her bright yellow leg

and could only swing vertigo

back and forth, up and down,

          in and out

of focus, a toy of light and shadow.

The snake in my head asked to be fed,

curled in the moon pool

where light lost its way,

 a reticulated rebus unrhymed

hissing the meta fizz while the wolf

in your  lab coat

unwrinkled the dazzle where

iceglamour hid, turned in his paw

the prism that blinds,

and with one ivory bite

sliced the black string

And the birds

the birds were gone-

colored light.

~February 2013

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