A lost
verve shelters the tone
A lost
verve shelters the tone
memory
acclaims in,
holds onto
years the heart
its thief
pretends for
so that
what turns it keeps
for un-dead
movement
the body
makes labour.
It is not
to be got wrong
or make for
atonement
but shift
in that unruly hunger
too bold to
have it scrawled
all over
these books writ deep
for naked kindling
then
burning takes care of.
In it a mortal game wires
In it a
mortal game wires
the
travesty presenting
to say what
is its part
if birth
amends of
useless
what lovelorn breaks
in a blood
red fusing
of
hard-held treason.
It’s the happy sky’s abundance
It’s the
happy sky’s abundance
tears apart
for some.
Can’t
handle doped radiates
what it in
planes of
nether-worlds
the mind proposes.
A
hallucinogenic in its own
that disk
obtrusive
the Nevada,
for sure,
more
certainly worshipped.
Andrew Cyril Macdonald considers the
role of inter-subjectivity in poetic encounter. He celebrates the
confrontations between self and Other and the challenges that occur in moments
of injustice. He is founding editor of Version (9) Magazine,
a poetry journal that implicates all things theoretic. You can find his words
in such places as A Long Story Short, Blaze VOX, Cavity Magazine,
Experiential-Experimental Literature, Fevers of the Mind, Green Ink Poetry,
Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Nauseated Drive, Otoliths, Synchronized Chaos,
Unlikely Stories and more. When not writing he is busy caring for seven rescued
cats and teaching a next generation of poets.
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