Waxing Crescent Illumination
Moon-eye third eye tonight you are a slit in my side I desire my fortunes told through the shapes of the clouds that cloak you Faint murmurs of moon-glow spread around your belly I feel you pulling me I feel your moon-man eclipse my moonlight shield me from hocus pocus I want to step out of these killing fields pull myself into you Make no mistake I may cut a piece of you carve out your core dance naked for you shimmy into your gulleys and dips enchantresses have come before me Whisper moon-spells sway left and right under your illuminating smirk beckon a howl to set free the beasts that sleep dormant within us
When Satan was my Lover
the day strolls on while I smolder in a corner there’s that song again in my head dead thoughts then the song madly in anger with you and then it’s gone on the road again drive by that innocuous lake the sun strobes the water glints and speckled rainbows float across the oily bed I want in as the words leak out of the void I realize I am this road rolled over the path gutted and tracked within me for one second I feel light and airy almost free then I feel Satan’s hand hot as Dis madly in anger with you he fists my heart just before it bursts I remember all the things awful and right is it me is it fear all my earthly actions hard to see clear those deeds locked never chatted about then it’s black I go back to a smoldering corpse with the want of a death so great my body shivers into a mound of ash
The Wind Blows
Separates me into pieces I fall into myself with wonder I fall apart with madness glue me I crack apart hang my front tooth on a string a Christmas ornament our conversation piece There’s a gold chunk in it for you for your troubles pay the pied piper for me I missed him at birth
Gone
By the grace of God I re-open my life and seal my death in a flame of sins burning through me light a candle and beg forgiveness for the nothings I’ve carried through again and again and the everythings I’ve committed over and over…… I watch the wax ooze down (I watch my life slip through) in a grain of sand stuck in my fingernail that gets carried along air and dropped onto the sidewalk and that is a lifetime in one thought (in one breath) It is me gone (again)
Snow Chant
Silent snow void of laughter fire ice-blood meshed with dirt melt into me mix cold & skin to prolong this patch of snow-ice left in some small pure white aggressive plea I’m here you fools stubbornly stays until someone smashes a boot into it melt molecule into mother earth come again for the weary come again with ice
Donna Dallas studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was lucky enough to study under William Packard, founder and editor of the New York Quarterly. Lately, she is found in Horror Sleaze Trash, Beatnik Cowboy and The Opiate among many other publications. She recently published her first novel, Death Sisters, with Alien Buddha Press. Her first chapbook, Smoke & Mirrors, will launch this fall with New York Quarterly. She currently serves on the editorial team for Red Fez and New York Quarterly.
