thesocialpoet

Not Kon-Tiki

In Poetry on July 22, 2014 at 5:08 pm

Scepter swings and I am won. We are docking inside of

a landmine. It is the dark secret it is the dark

cup of coffee it is the dark number

it is sexuality not sex itself.

It is the crucifixion without

nails and it was

why I chose

to seek her.

Scepter-swings but

what good would it be

for IKEA to sell those?

 

Benjamin Josef Biesek, USA

An Insomniac Attack

In Poetry on July 17, 2014 at 6:46 pm

They’re heavy, my eyelids

Weighted and slowly closing

Chain smoked coffee breath

Acting as Atlas to an insomniac

A mind avoiding sleep as if it were death

Weighted and falling

Falling forward

Towards the lashed horizon

 

J.W. Dalton, USA

Figuratively Angelic

In Poetry on July 8, 2014 at 5:44 pm

Angels aren’t special

Because of beautiful white wings

But proximity to the heart

With which they wrestle and sing

Angels aren’t special

Is love not everything?

Then they are ubiquitous

Fleeting

Filling our lives with love

So, know I don’t lie

When I recall this tired line

Angels are not special

You’ve been one many times

 

J.W. Dalton, USA

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