Poetry: A Zit Behind the Moon by Daniel Jaeger

A Zit Behind the Moon

Bricks wrapped in string

and tied to thousands    

of nerve endings                  

spiral down, unraveling  

my nerves with them.        

 

Hooves and horns grab

my nerves like ribbons

and dance around

me; the maypole.

 

My body digests

itself into

oblivion,        

breath clotted &

grind-stoned dirty pulp.

 

Kiss the bloom, strawberry dawn

reflects a glint

on the belly’s earth.

 

I regurgitate

this celestial body,

this entire

planet from a seed.

 

Another day

Another collar

Another weight

Another drag

 

My swollen cage begs raw,

reaches behind a curtain

for something more.

The curtain dissolves;

more pours less & low.

 

Vertical collapses

the horizon.

A lost vantage

fights to surface

a frozen lake.

 

But the bricks, wrapped

in string, spiral down.

Submerged and suffocating,

tenebrous blue.

 

Light dances ripples

across the surface.

Binary steps

translate the path

which melts from experience.

 

Electric shivers

liberate skin

from a business suit;

refined meaning.

 

Reborn wearing placenta.

A cresting threshold

stretches manifested,

eclipsing the plumb &

transcends the level.

 

Emerge from the lake

a brand new dimple

beauty mark pock;

Glistening Randy.

 

Skip over dolphins,

elate & animated,

blood pulses my throat

& excites an eruption.

 

Technicolor dreams

of funk-hued swamps

& kaleidoscope forests

turn in my face.

 

Dumbfounded dumb

giddy grin yuppie

finger pistol pop

fell the sun to the sea.

 

& the bricks, wrapped

in string, spiral down.

Unraveling

my nerves with them.

Daniel Jaeger lives and works in Portland, Oregon. A poet and artist at heart, he doesn’t want to live fighting for literary appreciation, but he wants literary appreciation. He doesn’t care if everyone likes his work, but he wants you to like his work. He has work published in Rejection Letters.