Poem a Day 2

Continuing the April Poem-a-Day “challenge.” Today’s prompt: What he or she said.

Eromy Naereh Evil

The fellow in the mirror voiced his strange articulations in
Some backwards land where speech is masked, and only vinyl, in between
Its skipping, doppler slurrings brings a brief coherence (turn me on,
O Dead Man) through the noise. And we, who try to speak ourselves among,
Like Millerite apocalyptic cultists on the hillside in
A rapt anticipation with our eyes upon the promised dawn,
Are waiting for the palindrome.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: