Driftwood

Poetry from ‘The Feathered Sleep

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

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The rule & curve-Introducing New Sudden Denouement Member: Candice Louisa Daquin/The Feathered Sleep

Congratulations Candice Louisa!

Sudden Denouement Collective



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-

A Day in the Hospital
A section of wall mural by Sam Flores on Haight Street in San Francisco.

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

A Day at the Hospital part 2

 

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