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Dustin Pickering is founder of Transcendent Zero Press and founding editor of Harbinger Asylum. He has contributed writing to Huffington Post, Café Dissensus Everyday, The Statesman (India), Colorado Review, World Literature Today and several other publications. He is author of the recent poetry collections The Stone and the Square and Only and Again. He lives in Houston, Texas, USA.
The Greedy Somnambulists
Her toes touch the ceiling, golden and arching
over the back of the god and demon.
She wants the imagist’s secrets and metaphysical’s torch.
His mind carries the silence of bent agonies
over the backs of cold nights.
He drinks from the waters of Lethe in darknesses
we never know as mortals.
Their eyes are semicircles, radiant as fish scales
and musical as dissonance.
Together they meet the blankets of ash covering pyres
with careful pleasures of the genitals.
He only wanted her soft eyes to open
in the constancy of flowers.
Neither of them woke to the artifice of emptiness, not entirely.
Communism of the heart
string me, o solitude
in this branch like a night
without shining moon.
i am a blackened stupidness
hanging on the threshold
of one mercy or another,
paradoxically inclined to the violence
of the heart
where revolutions mean more than dismal days.
Primordial
The grapes hang over the cave.
Dissipation, dissipation of the field…
I hang in the shadows where my candle alights.
Ego phantom of the cares I once adorned.
Her eyes are broken to the naught—
transmitting the silence of solitude.
Ideas feign to present the Often,
a time blasted to thin air.
Rocks hang in her hair like slender threads.
Her mentation directs the poles apropos of time.
I am wounded to the flowers who wait.
Your waste is waiting kindly, o reprobate.
Editor-in-Chief of Harbinger Asylum and founder of Transcendent Zero Press, www.transcendentzeropress.org
