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John Dorsey
poem for philomene long
in a past life
the sun invented dance
was hunted down and
made to suffer the
pleasures of women the
muse drunk on words
while you sister philomene
sang with beauty
drank cheap wine with
pride and invented the
outline of god
tonight the roman dead
stand sentry on the boardwalk
while you blow one last
cotton candy kiss to
your city now being
washed out into a
sea of dreams and ruins
they pray silently
may you join the
ghosts of venice west
for a pint of holy water
and a nugget of dank zen
a
feminine flower set on
fire
the only god
some angels have ever known
John Dorsey
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John Dorsey has been a published
author since age 15.
In 2006 he was the winner of the Toledo City Poetry & Fiction Competition. He is the author of a number of collections including "harvey keitel, harvey keitel, harvey keitel" with S.A. Griffin and Scott Wannberg, Butcher Shop Press/Rose of Sharon
Press/Temple of Man, 2005 and "steal this imagination" Rank Stranger Press, 2006. He is available for one on one workshops and can be reached at archerevans@yahoo.com |
