But the Waves of Savage Light Kindle Me


But the Waves of Savage Light Kindle Me



  I do not trust

your ruse-dance, your guillotine

            cutting mind.


I listen through the backdoor,

with both eyes

            locked on the table.


Lies shut beneath

your playacting smile.



encouragement with

a twist, like towels can



and limbs and laughter.

Metre by metre your muse is




to a keyhole

            muted howl.


The streets are bleached monotone

by your analytical trumpet



The buildings outside

turn bloodless blue,



to your calculated vision.




Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst





Published in “New Mystics” May 2018


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