awakening #1

mind claw finds purchase in the love mud

 

dredge scabby bottoms of brackish spirit

raise a skeletal corpse

 

(toast to filth forgotten)

 

familiar face whose name has rotted away

drink an Empty moment from a metaphysical shot glass 

 

nothing realized

 

I remain whatever I have been

 

 nobody notices my lack of transmogrification

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Why the hell did Calvin break his box?

[Emily B]

we are not all blessed with the showstopper that the phoenix has . . . sometimes it's hard to tell if we've got to the end of the transformation or not