Poetry: Drumbelly Gnosis —Richard Lucyshyn

Drumbelly Gnosis

Someone scraped red across the sky. My tongue broke blue
Like painted bone. I maybe meant those sparks in my maybe throat.
Black birds bent from flight stitched a sigh through leafbright branches.
There were eyes behind my other eyes. My new and brightest eyes.
I slacked the wire between my thoughts and jaw. Unhinged a sign trained
By teeth. Wind shook the water into shapes of prayer as blacker birds
Lapsed to brittle shine. There was time but what was it. Praise but who for.
I unmeant who and directed the object to whom. But whom for. Lonely dogs
Circled the blackest birds. Whose beaks broke news of future angels.
Whose hollow bones slowly filled with glue. Someone scratched my secret
Name onto the whisper post. Delivered a wing wrapped in twine to my hidden
Forest. Weather was a thing that happened. Measured by unsprung clocks
Powered by an astronaut’s tear. At night I polished my troop of invisible beasts.

I spoke their names in imagined tongues

———————————————±±———and meant every terrible sound.

Richard Lucyshyn lives in Richmond, VA with his wife, children, and rescued pets. He holds degrees from The College of William and Mary and Hollins University. Poems of his have appeared in Glitterpony, Sprung Formal, and the Hollins Critic, among other places. His chapbook, Geoffrey Tungsten’s Grievesome River, was published by Sybil Press in early 2016.

 

 

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