Covert Poetics

Dr. Faustus

Are you doing the rain dance
Is that why these butterflies are
tearing flesh from bone
Did you send this fish
who reads stories of
desecrated remains and hidden verse
Let the water pool in the streets
and I will drink these gifts
Winter is not lost on me
Let me show you who these words belong to  

Your dreams are my dreams
Just dance, listen, breathe
This is my sanity
finally lying down
I can read it on the sign in the window,
"SELL your SOUL
come see."
I will drink down this darkness
like a sacrifice and know
these years
these fairy tales
these nightmares
pile up like skulls
and yet they are not enough

 

 

© Gail Kelley/Ca.

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