Wednesday Morning #19
Muddy, my un-innocence
is without honey, without
a buzz. Sober, I claim
these sounds as nectar.
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Wednesday Morning #20
I want the crumbling
meat of stars
to roll my hands in,
show you hope exists.
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Wednesday Morning #20
I want the crumbling
meat of stars
to roll my hands in,
show you hope exists.
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Wednesday Morning #21
How righteous
it feels
to linger
in the ecstatic?
More cloud
than lightning,
you should
endeavor.
Darren C. Demaree is the author of As We Refer to Our Bodies (8th House, 2013), Temporary Champions (Main Street Rag, 2014), and Not For Art For Prayer (8th House, 2015). He is the recipient of three Pushcart Prize nominations and a Best of the Net nomination. He is currently living in Columbus, Ohio, with his wife and children.
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