Dave Wheeler — The Monarch Review
Three Poems – Dave Wheeler
Tuesday, February 2, 2016 12:08 — 0 Comments
American Voyeur Story All my screens glow tonight: trying to keep up with Ryan Murphy’s new product, while eying my ruddy neighbor tending toilette across the way, my mind compromised by lust left untied, cries for bright asylum from the comfort of my bed. Bootlegged episodes stream as I follow memes, hashtags, window dressing, window again, and noting ideas for a new poem I want to call Zachary Quinto but won’t; his name tastes too dangerous, like urgent secrets whispered during climax. Besides, the neighbor’s lights are out, and Evan Peters’s in his briefs again. And so am I, describing […]
What am I?
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
