marbles on an uneven floor
blue ones, red
big fat shooters
oxblood, turtle, clambroth
dropped, rolling
holding up a wall
at the far end of the earth
dance gray on tattered glass
sit on low chairs in
dimly lit rooms
marbles scatter as cats
drag the dead and dying
across brown faded hard wood
floors
tilt-a-whirl sunrise
breaks my mecca moment
light breaks through branches
of a coral tree out back
i reach for a marble,
ammo for my slingshot
first window drops
and the breeze
feels so fine
footsteps sound against
the grain of my waking
she steps through blended
light trapped from starlings
eyes
she sits on her knees
flips a thick round shooter
to my hand
i smile and take out the door
Jack Henry, California, USA
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Jack Henry, writer/poet/playwright/musician lives on a small suburban farm just beyond the reach of Los Angeles. He writes about the vagaries of life, love lost, death and the search for resolution. Recently, his chapbook "chasing screaming monkeys w/o any clothes" received a favorable review by david mclean at clockwise cat.
Further, he is publisher and editor-in-chief for d/e/a/d/b/e/a/t press at deadbeatpress.com. Some of his work has been published in cause & effect, cp journal, off beat pulp, gloom cupboard, instant pussy, phantom seed, skitzo lit and winamop. Forthcoming in: cc&d, decomP, static movement, oak bend review, red fez, eviscerator heaven, clockwise cat and flutter. See also, deadbeatpress.blogspot.com.
This is so great. Beautiful imagery and depth.
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