Poetry from ‘The Feathered Sleep
Tag: dark poetry
Fusion
You have no
business
No right to
Tell me how to feel.
I do what I must:
I wake up
and pull
the Sky
down.
I plant
my feet
in the best
tradition.
Here, where the
mattress is soft
and damp;
we are bound
by wire and anger:
we are one again.
(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2017 All Rights Reserved
The rule & curve-Introducing New Sudden Denouement Member: Candice Louisa Daquin/The Feathered Sleep
Congratulations Candice Louisa!
The Sudden Denouement Literary Collective is thrilled to introduce new Collective Member Candice Louisa Daquin. Candice is the fierce beautiful voice behind The Feathered Sleep.
A dream reminded me of
countryside winter
snowed in house
cut off from sound
ice storm and horror movies
Kurt Cobain
everyone wearing plaid
stringy hair and
grinding hips
the rat eating his house
you smoking in a velvet chair
sunday interminable
release from despair
the portent of future
how hope of youth is our torment
all is possible and nothing is as real as it feels
the illusion and persistence of dreams
did I sleep to wake 20 years hence
still thinking tomorrow I will sit exams
anxious briefly as if time were a rubber band
no more the rule and curve
of outstretched hands
before we could afford tattoos
dying our hair with fragments
only the gentle footfall of sex and orange…
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A Day in the Hospital – Part 1-
Pieces
of me
dangle
above
newborn
eyes.
Legs jig
arms spin
but that
ball
of intellect
lies
that ball
of rage
cuts
this ball
of love
falls
and
bounces
away.
We are at root causes.
Scent of remembered
sweat:
through cracks
it drips,
Yet now–
…silence…
(c) Rob Goldstein 2015
