On Happier Lawns, IV
The bizarre sound of my own
name repeating and people
praying
My hair getting
unwieldy in a world filled
with an abundance that approaches
formlessness Strangeness
and beauty Truth
is a melody like a leach
or the aftermath of the disaster
there is no trace of A killer
sunset
When you open your eyes
someone familiar may be waiting
Credit
From You're Gonna Miss Me When You're Bored (Barrelhouse Books, 2014) by Justin Marks. Copyright © 2014 by Justin Marks. Used with permission of the author.
Date Published
05/05/2015