1. now the night
a calming stormto cleanse and replenish
singed wings
grounded flight
held in the safe grace
of distanced ease and
empty spaces
2. punchline
haunted by the dance of memory
how it maybe never was
but how i remember it
nonetheless
bombarded by entities of thought
tricks of the mind to light the fuse
crossed wires of hindsight and hindrance
second guesses thrice quadrupled
as doubt doubles down at every turn
and it often seems
the only one in on the joke
is me.
3. skulls and flowers
a barren landscape
of abandoned monuments
in a psychic city of doubt
this world behind my eyes
a magnificent graveyard
of shining darkness
mad with laughter
and the atrocious beauty
of every truth.
4. all good
precision extracted
wholly by accident
coincidence murmurs
destiny shouts
everything
between a whisper and a scream
is fair game
this is what has been waiting
to be cracked open and laid bare
in the mellowed harsh
of every new day.
5. a spark in the dust
bled bone dry
grace my tomb with presence
there is no death here
only what is left of life
as somewhere
within the cracks
roots take hold
and fresh tendrils
bend toward the light
Bionote
Edward L. Canavan is an American poet whose work has most recently been published in Harbinger Asylum, Cholla Needles, and Blue Lake Review. His first poetry collection entitled "Wreck Collection" was released by Cyberwit Press in March 2019. Edward's poems were featured as part of The Poetry of Place exhibit at South Pasadena City Hall Gallery in March 2020. He is a native of the Bronx, NY and currently resides in North Hollywood, California.
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