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

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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.

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