FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: DEAD DAYS Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words dead and/or day, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on November 15th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Dead Days will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, November 16th between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Jeffry Jensen


DABBLING IN THE DEAD DAYS OF CARPET BURNS


It looks like an atomized toolkit extinction

is making a beeline across a tightly-woven spitfire carpet

towards a gilded neighborhood near you real soon.

Moving vans seemingly coming from Mars

have been lining up for days without stamped paperwork.

It has been said that 41,000 doctors have started probing

only those who have been mesmerized by the suburban misfits

making the rounds near the meteor landing site of last summer.

Since it was giddy day in the Odysseus sandbox,

I took my time before dissembling my rational roots

from an Abyssinian recovery that placed me

near the Horn of Africa for the duration of sweet fig season.

Someone had better put their foot down

on the current chainsaw political rampage.

After our dead-day election, a balloon was

floated up my Eustachian Tube

before I could cry uncle or channel my contempt.

It did not take long for all cliffside dwellers

pressed against a crumbling coast to take up

a crusty metaphysical bitcoin collection

for my possible stunning barbaric recovery.


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