Her Words

      "One dark night, unjust soul's repose
      sunk in a midnight past my midday's cure,
      I rattled blind down corridors, stuffed
      my loud bright watch beneath a pillow
5     to keep the silence out (the between ticks tick).
      I danced with mirrors, slept in blinks,
      threaded whiskey like a life-line to my glass.
      I spun our wedding ring to a gold globe
      and waited the balance out; how it rang against the stone!
10    I cannot think; the one world whirls....
      The world's pink ears are crammed with speech;
      I, I, I, I, becomes a hollow sound, you
      infect my eye, enlarge to a troll....
      My bruised head floats in a goldfish bowl."

 

From the collection "Red Bank"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

More information available on gregglory.com.