New poems by JD DeHart

 

 

Preservation

 

This day, my strength

my now bright vision and hope

To pour an ether on it

and let it slumber, I wish

to keep it just for a while.

 

 

 

Honey Comb

 

The swarm can be heard

from a great distance, working

busily for sweetness,

not at all like our work.

 

 

 

To the Bones

 

From inside the arm

to the hollow the leg

and the eternal grin beneath

my temporary one, a rigid

structure beneath vacillation.

 

 

 

Hungry Mouth

 

They have stretched yawning

mouths and stretched gorging

hearts and their words are

fishhooks to attract our souls

with a subtle inward sting.

 

 

 

The Way of Death

 

Imagine: The highway stretched

forward with dark crows cawing,

a fire burning always,

and how many groping along that

path when a calm one sits near.

 

 

 

Lips

 

A thin stream of promise

delivering today’s sermon

and heat, the bottom one

loping down like a pelican

beak and catching all truth.

 

 

 

Perversity

 

Look at his loud and glaring

way, how he dishonors and grins

and how he pushes his arms

around unwilling passersby.

 

 

 

The Wink

 

Unspoken message sent

beneath the membrane of words

with a constant blinking eye.

 

 

 

The Cast

 

They gather, reading through

their lines, not knowing who

wrote the script, but playing

their parts with vigor.

 

 

 

Taking It In

 

I am sometimes the macrophage

ready to swallow the earth

and all its contents until

a spot of reason burns in

and stops my chewing jaw.

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