Deconstruction IV:
All words used in this poem taken from the album “Prowler In The Yard” by Pig Destroyer
The crescent moon whispers
my name like a gravedigger,
leaves makeshift flowers
made of eggshells & broken glass
by my bed. At night, I dream
of an assassin in a lavender dress,
knuckles wrapped in wire
fingers bleeding, sparks of chlorine
starlight swallowing his shadow.
A nightmare of headless mocking-
birds circling the fire gold sky.
Deconstruction X
all words used in this poem taken from We Are The Romans by Botch
our dreams lie dormant
anchored to history,
our hopes downsized again
//
a dictator crowned. revolution satisfied.
arrows in the ground.
//
we buried our fear
in the concrete of our throats,
choosing to be free
//
we speak of conquest, the loyalty of the dead
our mouths swallow flies
William James is a poet, punk rocker, and train enthusiast from Manchester, NH. He’s a contributing editor at Drunk In A Midnight Choir whose work has appeared or is forthcoming in Bird’s Thumb, Gravel Mag, Hobart, Literary Orphans, and SOFTBLOW. His first full length “rebel hearts & restless ghosts” is forthcoming in 2015 from Timber Mouse Publishing.
http://www.williamjamespoetry.com
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Cover photo: “Male Protection” by Eugenia Loli (http://eugenialoli.tumblr.com)