My hero bares his nerves Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953

 

My hero bares his nerves

Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953

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My hero bares his nerves along my wrist
That rules from wrist to shoulder,
Unpacks the head that, like a sleepy ghost,
Leans on my mortal ruler,
The proud spine spurning turn and twist.

And these poor nerves so wired to the skull
Ache on the lovelorn paper
I hug to love with my unruly scrawl
That utters all love hunger
And tells the page the empty ill.

My hero bares my side and sees his heart
Tread, like a naked Venus,
The beach of flesh, and wind her bloodred plait;
Stripping my loin of promise,
He promises a secret heat.

He holds the wire from the box of nerves
Praising the mortal error
Of birth and death, the two sad knaves of thieves,
And the hunger's emperor;
He pulls the chain, the cistern moves.

pro-life

 

Stop praising hitler

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[th(e)reat] → siege engine Trace Howard DePass

 

[th(e)reat] → siege engine

Trace Howard DePass

in my own body ← here i am a siege                                 overthrowing a home where no one lives                                 but me. i’m too big for my too big head                                 too barely anything for want, my love                                 built me from a nail in the wall galloped                                 to meet the socks on the floor → now a hole                                 in the wall i would peek thru & run some                                 cable thru so we all could watch cable.                    now, there’s a good amount of good reasons                    why no one lives here, no one lives with me.                    my cat even tries to leave. he jumps out                    the window, off the roof, & waits for me                    to catch him with the neighbors. & i too                    trynna be beautiful & loved this way. i  ←  suppose: perching for life to begin is this flatline moving me, failed, forward, feathered closer to grace each time; going mother after mother i wake up as a dove picking lilies from her black i suppose i love so i know i ain’t know                 brevity without withholding a breath  ←                 loved those flying ants,  infiltrating  thru  all  fronts’                 doors til i (w)as a room entered watching                 for  bites tender thicker  than all-time’s                 to consume ← consistency dragged → this long                 makes me  wanna bite bird feet  ← too   baby                 cat  i love you too,...   ache in my bones you                 remind me of  what is it(?) to be  picked ←

Copyright © 2020 by Trace Howard DePass. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 19, 2020 by the Academy of American Poets.