gold-winged Garuda ...
thy lime droppings
sterilize the heavens
clinker accumulates
the length of his throat
grey hoarse cumulous
fingernails hammered black …
the corrugated sky
rattles down
House of Un
airplane made of straw …
in the upper skies
he flies asunder
cockerel does his trumpet
in the dawn crack ...
the roof trees shake
from the priest's fingers
a procession of skin-mites
... communion wavers
at the House of Un
in Shoes Without Purpose ...
immortal standing still
nine micrometeor stigmata
... Laika appears
at Fatima
riding a stream
of consciousness ... the
ness-ness-nesstronauts
verily a voice
came unto the fishmouse ...
"bibble bibble bibble"
Nomerica
a sinew rope tight
through the grey clouds ... Kiowa braves
haul in the sun
toad he a-courting
pistolled spawn-shot
his warty toxins a-ha
woked up dis mornin
Mista Saytin …
E Lee's Nomerica
Fathoms
the circus of Dr Now …
wings of hair
plume the perfect plummet
wings of hair
plume the perfect plummet
the x-ray cows
go oom …
sunflower nova
drowned sailors absorbed
by the ice shelf... now
the fathoms fathomable
that acid tongue ...
sulphuric rains
reign
an egg with two yolks ...
Issa and his shadow
eat their light and dim meals
does darkness age? …
faint yet
the stars in twilight
John W. Sexton lives in the Republic of Ireland and is the author of four previous poetry collections, the most recent being Vortex (Doghouse, 2005) and Petit Mal (Revival Press, 2009). His fifth collection, The Offspring of the Moon, is due from Salmon Poetry in spring 2013. In 2007 he was awarded a Patrick and Katherine Kavanagh Fellowship in Poetry.
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