Saturday, May 28, 2022

5/9 by Scott Ferry

i don’t drink i don’t do drugs i don’t
need them anymore to lift from
this de-feathered word corpse
into a conjoined
ringing

all i need is to listen to the silence
(and the wordless burrowing
under the lawn)
until it starts
speaking

i will bring it to you—an unclean
string of corpulent grubs
wriggling on white snow
they are fine
to eat

they have feasted on parenchyma
on regret they are well fed
don’t chew them they will
scream just swallow
pray

and swallow again





Scott Ferry helps out Veterans heal as a RN in the Seattle area. His most recent book is fishmirror from Alien Buddha Press. You can find more of his work @ ferrypoetry.com.




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