Awake in an iron bed
Cold, fuzzy, antiseptic
Silence is an ornament
Where silence was once a room.
Night blends in red
With a glorious nightmare.
A tower is built of steel girders
Its inhabitants grow poised within steel
And its lives and bodies, minds and feelings
Flow into the mold of steel.
A stool dreams of being a cloud:
A puzzle appears as a wound:
A failure (of some sort) or a cheat
It could be that Eden burned down;
It could be that human nature
Is at odds with the human condition–
And all there is to do is wear your skin.
A strange species bears babes in winter
Among the hides of jealous Earth.
Green emerges in the black–and gray
Deburrs a bleak whatever-scape.
Satiable curiosity; punctuality; good example;
Torn in two: torn to ribbons: torn to bits: spit split.
How can we resist an invitation to medicine?
Electronic senses hunger stuff–
Vagal swoon–Sweat cold shock–
Passed out with a thought balloon in hand.
I smooth my hair, wanting to look graceful, stranded.
An aerodynamic ton
Anyone would want to flee this lonely place,
But some cannot
The smell of pastels
Chalk–velvet yellow stroke
Across a textured page
I pine for her smallest hand strokes–
A brush with blue (she knows)
I want to trust her with dearest raw materials.
She will press a puff to blur lines into the foreground.
“A Day in Parts” originally appeared as part of a collection in Instinct: Poems
published by Bright Hill Press.
Available at ABE books.
“Broken Dam” is a digital painting by the author, Joanna StraughnRecommend0 Simily SnapsPublished in