Call the daffodil as machine
to bring them cakes and chocolates
until they know the value
of pigs and squealing things
Friend. Are your spells sibylline?
Are they rutilant rebellious—
do they take you to the stratosphere?
Do you dine with Simon Magus—
on the morning of magicians—
the tiger is the magus, isn’t he?
Call the hyacinth as modem
to bring them cakes and chocolates
until they know the value
of pigs and squealing things
Subterranean—incunabulum
Demiurge of the mountain
In swamp-land carnival
Sunken ziggurat of crab carcasses
Straining upwards unto heaven
With the language of the sea
Coruscate—disco ball—glow
for in your chthonic shadow
banshees dance and solve
the riddles of antiquity;
[belle dames and chiliasms]
—chasms—
and keys
J. S. Graham - Jon Seth Graham is an emerging poet from Yorktown, Virginia. His work has appeared on the internet. He writes for the friends he’s made along the way.
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