Apr/May 2015 Poetry |
Photograph by Rus Bowden
Lost to Lewy Body
In the dark, a visceral calm
Spiraling lead sailing unsheathed
Enter the shoulder, exit the palm
Slackened white clad porcelain teethSpiraling lead, sailing unsheathed
From the chamber, its lethiferous kiln
Slackened white clad porcelain teeth
Reset the tape, replay the filmFrom the chamber, its lethiferous kiln
Kaleidoscope bursts, ruptures a crack
Reset the tape, replay the film
Nameless faces, tangled in plaqueKaleidoscope bursts, ruptures a crack
Out, the spectral darkness streams
Nameless faces tangled in plaque
Halt the film, steal the dreamOut, the spectral darkness streams
Enter the shoulder, exit the palm
Halt the film, steal from the dream
A leap, to the visceral calm