On The Overpass


On The Overpass


I will wait on the icy throne

as midnight steals my shadow.

All of this is thread

and ceremonial bell, pure pain, an inspiration

that will never come again.

I will wait on the bed, staring into crystal fragments

cured of the hot weather, but still poisoned by

time and how it never stops in spite

of commitment or intensity, in spite of how it makes you

wait and not perish from simple feeling, and how

the house breaks down and happiness is arbitrary, flowers

for a while and then




Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst





Published in “The Stray Branch Fall/Winter 2016” October 2016






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