Danny Earl Simmons — The Monarch Review

Poetry

Not with this wind blowing, and this tide â€“ Rudyard Kipling

I said, Did you hear me?

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Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies

Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;

Scientists can't find me.

Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—

Remind me:

The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…

Tick, Tock: Divine me.

-- Richard Kenney