(mornings are for suicides)
the way we dazzle
in confrontation with reality
oblong cornered cult in the sapped death dream
tonal physique of the prominent doom plume
like exposed cricks in fameless antiques
bird swarm in black-thought trees
come by clock : massive grave space
all properties of ovarian follicle and soft steel
winded legs sway like daisy stems
inhabiting concrete snares
now panhandling the rouge of creased cheekbones
pinched veils of late summer
petals
painfully
pallid gall of the lily flushed sour
like the whole furloughed town
that worked at the trainyard,
was shut down,
now there is no direction out
Jes C. Kuhn is the author of three volumes of poetry, ‘Thigh Gap and the Vow of Poverty’, ‘American Sundays or pulling color from dead murals to paint living mirages’ and ‘The Penny Thief Sonnets’. His poetry, creative non-fiction and blog posts have been published in Corridors, Two Hawks Quarterly and Water~Stone Review, among others. He is currently enrolled in Hamline University’s MFA-Creative Writing Program. Kuhn lives, writes and teaches in Haunted, WI.
