air objects landscape lightscape
all thicken viscous tightenings
serpents of the lost and urgent things
encircle no way or wish to escape
as blood slows and clots in mudclusters
so magmatic once steam and bubble
skymansions fallen to piled rubble
that a stifled sneeze might disperse
the dreams are all now memories
of what didn’t happen but what did
is enough through the clean and well-lit time
to begrudge a smile to a nodded
respect that nightshadows screech at as they climb
up into roomcorners chatter like monkeys
JB Mulligan has had poems and stories in several hundred magazines, including recently, Angle, The Kerf, Loch Raven Review, Turbulence, and Shot Glass Journal, has had two chapbooks published: The Stations of the Cross & THIS WAY TO THE EGRESS, and has appeared in multiple volumes of the anthology, Reflections on a Blue Planet as well as the anthology, Inside/Out: A Gathering Of Poets.
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