Tuesday, January 30, 2024

here is By Scott Ferry


a key that doesn’t open anything

a flat bone to spread butter on metal

a rusty jug of coins vomited then cleaned

a miraculous escape from the fossil record

a book of corrupt chambers

a detailed diagram of the inside of the moon

a crisp whisker frozen then kept

a dance for statues

a script for the bluelipped

a box of expired candy hearts

a cramp in the side when exiting the theater

a missile defused and painted pink as a pig

a jawbone of an ancient vengeance

a star a corridor a door stained with words

a ghost in a pope costume sulking in the lobby

a bowl full of expensive teeth

coriander and brushfires in a straight row

mechanical love like a path of gold minnows

corduroy steps down into the lower boats

a long gap spanned with a leap

a mossy door under the lake

a copper key slick as night

and no hole in the water’s

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Scott Ferry helps Veterans heal as a RN in the Seattle area.  He has two books coming out in 2024: Fill Me with Birds with Daniel McGinn on Meat for Tea Press and Sapphires on the Graves from Glass Lyre Press. More of his work can be found at ferrypoetry.com.

 

 


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