Poem written for a contest, prompted by artwork. |
| Collective voices musical, arrays of ears perceiving continents cracked, a swim upstream, neon pub & urban igloo sidewalk chalk in summer storm fires from mountains dipped in honeydew & lemon meringue rising breaths from serpent kisses forked, eyes of triangles; equine kneel, smiles, gunshots, gardens... the crooked path of someone’s tear, of doomed planes plunging into hearts volcanic, predator fields, millions of me making parallel universes with every single tiny choice. An ice-blue iris stretches forth as though begging to be scented. |