Flushed By PW Covington

It is my own perverse distraction

On these early nights of the year

To dream of a world

Half hallucinated

Where every new noun

Every figment of fantasy

Of horror, hope, or fear

Is quantum-born and nurtured

As far as my distraction and delusion will allow

Then flushed from all existence to the void

Where all decays, then manifests anew, in time

Music in some foreign fractal tongue 

Is dancing in my moonlit mind akimbo

A nascent morning climbs across the ridge

Of Watermelon Mountain

Another heliotrope

Another karmic resting place in shining

Shiva and Madonna kiss

In secret, sacred, sunrise

Flushed

PW Covington is the NBPF's 2024-2026 New Mexico Beat Poet Laureate.

 Writing in the Beat tradition of the North American Highway, PW Covington has spent decades traveling in support of his writing, and encouraging the creativity of others.

 Covington's latest collection of poetry Vintage Denim is available from Alien Buddha Press.

  PW lives just south of Historic Route 66 in Albuquerque, NM, where he has worked on film and television productions such as Better Call Saul and The Cleaning Lady.