Jim Lang

MOON

Yellow as wolves teeth
Floating in the jam jar of

Night like some side show
Oddity / sucking life from

Dying stars in a vampyric
Pantomime / weaving

Contagion ‘midst a
Constellation of clouds

Mystery drips from each
Gritty crater like tears from

An empty eye socket salting
The tide in a menstrual

Gumbo of voodoo violence
& Rue Morgue secrets

Leaving only the echo of
Silence to cool the

Haunted heart of a
Condemned man’s last

Wish

KE

 

NOONTIDE MIDNIGHT

Beware people with
Small heads
Big mouths
Bigger teeth
For they bugger ethics
Oil small boys
Soil
Dark questionables
Vestments drenched
In unholy liquid

Tears rise
Cry
Through my dry
Ness

It’s noontide midnight
Gossamer’s chalk line fault
Cherry red siren on top
Whip cream wagon waiting
For the sauce

Right lane ends ahead
Wrong lane continues

steven b. smith