Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-five
Summer 2014
 
Yolk Burst Winter
M.K. Brake

Summer
               fizzle                                  can’t unsee peck
                                                       as one with preening

a life all readying for
foul


so I find
birth at end’s birth,
ruptured cherries and shells
cracked in                     avian

                            gorge            echo

(                          Hey               Hover
                                      HOOT            Look good kite!                                  )


’gainst me sunburns                                                        all against me burns


Red torches
that last frostshift
beneath
thistle
                                        when I hid from flight, when I was like the earthworm,
                                        red pillow, pillow to floor, inviting
                                        foul, foul

Because in sunlight
read a nice girl: nametag (Oriole)

meeting sweat, meeting

                                        My, my            you’re looking            suet!


Wait for                  deadnightfrost breathlessly

for to please freeze the

lip-lick-and-quiver that heard
tell I had

                                            an angel
                                                  egg

Found my                             Missing spots!
                                              Not good enough eggs!



every morning in the                early blue tree hole he
                                          left
                                                                               eating breakfast
                                                                               running yellow toward

my deepest        unroost            of heat.

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