images muffled by vacant obscurity
entranced by a silver tongued dichotomy
sharp like bruised tact, a tic intermittent
the sign reads, we’re open at six
the fervent ones, riding each leaden gulp
purring and wet just after 3:00 a.m.
drown by the moon, her fluorescent stare
drinking the inky sheen in sheer resolve
there exposed, quiet like milky thighs
impending three times three distinct slaps
motion and stillness are momentarily magnified
then swallowed inside the ticking clock
©10.29.2010 heather brager
(photo by Anaris88 via deviantart.com)
- "Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard." Anne Sexton Heather Brager is a critically acclaimed juggler of calamity, an accomplished procrastinator, and shuffler of idioms. Her poetry and drawings can be found in various digital and print journals around the globe, and on the web. She currently resides in New England and prefers the precipice of where the Atlantic meets the sand to the official looking office where she spends most of her time.