They hold the ghost feather.
They cry by cause of extreme imaginations.
Paranoia on pillows,
the stench of shoes and month-old towels
Liberty in sleeping pills & mirrors
that have no shine.
This they have, spirits stabbed
with hunger, doubt & arrogance
raging equally by their bedsides.
Encyclopedias divulged in dead languages
& hoards of filthy critics teasing with
axe and indifference
their true-goal flower.
They crack their heads on insecurity.
They do not believe in this world.
From balconies, from strait-jackets,
from honeymoon apartments, they expose
the human guilt, delicate visions
that seduce the blind with wonder.
Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “The Furious Gazelle” December 2017
First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017 under the title “Prophets”
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