Jonathan Simkins — The Monarch Review
RIVER SONG – Jonathan Simkins
Monday, July 6, 2015 12:49 — 0 Comments
You visit me in the moment of waking With a syringe full of river water. If the river God is in my veins His burning is colossal and ferocious. I hear ten thousand women singing a song I know I’ve heard but cannot name. You have the face of a hundred spiders. Your furry arms glisten and tremble. You guide my hand to your leg, And as you dig your nails into my chest The sound of wings roars from your mouth, A dam breaks in some infernal region, The clock hands spin backwards, And moths pour in through the […]
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
