Fragile plate of twilight bursts on my feet;
roads empty, save for a shadow like me
limping from clay of brittle tears... alone
within cleavage of moon’s torn inlay
looking for souls who are not there ...
and to wail for dreams upon a mute star,
the last begging of fate’s new postscript
with nothing but a racing heart
to twirl the way, a different mold, this time--
as husk peels marrow of cheek’s bones.
A lamppost mirrors my glossed frame rising
while I close my eyes, awaiting morn
to flicker on spoiled gown: whispers begin
a chain-link of notes down the night;
the fire from the navel breathes again
like an orange wave...drawing me close
to clustered jewels of the world.
Kintsukuroi Contest of Roy Jerden
by nette onclaud