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JOHN DORSEY
going on 29 i've reached an age that means little or relatively nothing on paper the skeletons in my closet have more substance more flesh the echoes of sirens pace outside my building lining up to beat the sunset's broken halo with a rusted tire iron placing black eyes on lorca's casket in the san fernando valley of the shadow of death i don't have the heart to tell them they have the wrong address and what can i share looking out the window with the shades turned down the spirits are weeping the ghosts they are still weeping outside strumming their mandolins to the night wind howling lament against the weathered skin of ginsberg's america children are playing hide and go seek so much soul in every step taken away it's sad to think that i have nothing to offer them in return the vortex of wisdom i thought i had gone beyond the sea above the holy vortex of wisdom found in sleep whispering secrets in some sweet bashful dove's ear which was my mistake we are few tiny kissing seahorse footprints amongst the many waves in the middle of dance party u.s.a. i pressed my body up against the wisdom to hear love singing music to my ears like some schoolboy riddle crushin' on cleopatra thankful for this blood ambling through my veins set before the nile our water fountains were made to strike oil so not thinking i pulled up a chair and blessed the tsunami like a child asking for permission to speak in tongues oh please big daddy part the red sea while i dream a little american dream John Dorsey currently resides in Toledo OH. His work has recently appeared in fearless, Mystery Island Magazine, The James River Poetry, Poesy Magazine, and The Dublin Quarterly. He is the author of "Little Boy Beat:Selected Poems" Paladin M &E Inc., and is the co-author of "The Price Of Sunshine" written with Iris Berry, Feel Free Press, Forthcoming. |
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