Bio: Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. You can read more of his work at: www.robindunn.com.
the earth
remembers me in my sleep
with her dark
nectar
my enemies have
found my position and torture me
with electricity
I pour it down to
her in my bed
miles deep
but how many earths
are there below?
These trees hover
as icons
Theotokos, the birth
giver of god
Pantokrator
in the door of
contemplation
Over the girl
with the hula hoop
Over the old man
with his cigarette
Over the Africans
chanting and drunk
Over the ritual
night
Glowing
Their needles are
sharp and come into my room
The sun is their
storm brother
Locked in sight
Ash hands and
headbeams
Hair branches
cutting the sky
the nasty eyes of
the office woman
the colorless
faces
trying for joy
the stairwell
haunted
by too much meat
the designer some
satanist
off in his keep
the color of the
desert
ravishing
the cats
cut hard against
the grass like snakes
the lizards
imbued with
heartache
able to dance against
the light
treating men like
children
before the light
the monitors
sucking the people in
wraiths
give me the
freedom to take the gun out
and inform my
associates of their mistake
this is a holdup
moth*f*ker
of your mind
melancholy and direct, revelatory and sensuous.
ReplyDeleteAw...spooky and scary and wild and raw ...all in a positive way! All together, these pieces work very well.
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