By Jason Dean Arnold
Southern cottonmouth secrets undermine action
as angels circle out of reach.
Burn desire to edible ash.
We’re enemies of everything.
Burn this poem, untranslated.
Reading ruins language.
Our prayers bury flour.
Feathers thin our atmosphere.
Wings confuse congregations.
Still, we must listen.
Kid Ory plays echoed seventy-eights & needled graves
too deep to consider heartbreak.
Time ends, swallowing its tail.
We require less majestic legions.
Lichen exists to counterweight hymns.
We reproduce out of fear of being alone.
Jason Dean Arnold’s writing has appeared in online and print journals and a recent performance (composed for eight musicians and readers), and in a recent performance at The Museum of Contemporary Art in Jacksonville (MoCA-Jax), Florida. He is currently the Learning Systems Architect at the University of Florida’s College of Education.
you are truly amazing beyond my comprehension……….can’t wait for you to wow my book club. date to be determined
Thank you, M.