First Published in Issue 2, Fall 2009
DRAFT
by Stephen Moore
I sniff about my self, a stray dog,
a mad dog; starving.
A cornucopian vortex, starving.
A blind bitch frightened
by the Things it hits with its nose
searching for satisfaction.
Alstroemerian irises
once contained answers
her pupils whispered
the sutra of her skin culling my own.
The well is gone.
relief a
vicious
apparition
Dream of distance,
the horizon
never focused.
Copyright © Stephen Moore 2009.