Robin Wyatt Dunn


Four Poems

I am like blood
running in
my life a portal

who keeps me broken 
walking in to the show
for the cut

it is I
wicked angel
falling into your sleep

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now lightning comes sometimes 
doors stop open
climbing in the spirit shuffles
his many writings
carved out of the hoop of the skyvane
veins running soft slow to your mouth
 
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if you should come 
and we were in pain
and all the joy buried in the mountain 
its fire and wives
parading into the square
waving their pans
shouting the siren

I saw you grope death with your teeth
sawing away in mercy
to let some man leave
 
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We come up against the boglight
Tunnelhunters
Through the trees the red light stains our faces
A star or ship
We the knife 

Drunken feet sucked down
Waiting for the whistle

Cicada language written on our faces
Bark cheeks

We're moving up the wall 
Spiders

Twenty years of roots
Thrust up against our chests
Battery chambers

Bastion men
Cut down like wheat
This ruined edifice beneath

Hands raised sigils
Marked against the black light sky

Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. You can read more of his work at www.robindunn.com.

 
 

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