Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Wing-clipped by Jennifer K Dick

After Exhalation by Sean S

Aimless one of this self
stays therefore done knotted
burnt bride of this praised so sun-columbine
wax melted, tumbling Icarus she’ll
goad him now into the have-known
abstinence periwinkle without
which pretty metal feather, a mouth
less sown to thrice-stitched closure
but open she as down feather on
the breath of a moth, exhaling him.

1 comment:

Amanda Deutch said...

Damn, Jen!

That is one powerful, encapsulated poem.