Peek Beneath
New York sidewalk packed with all
the doomed I potholed
into savvy: not
mere hype for a certain
savior, the dude
on Sixth whose picket
sign read Ruin
is yours wasn't just whistlin'
past the graveyard. Picket
Prophet's country
cousin runs bootleg fire
water and porch
picks his banjo: didn't he tear
the space
time fabric when he wove
added beats where
they don't, by rights,
belong? Though Cosmic
Tailor-patched, was cousinly
innocence used to plait
me for my peek beneath
the feathers of that
rainbow-riding-clay
pigeon messenger on her way
to my beloved’s address unknown?
Ford Weisberg, @FordWeisberg, is a musician, photographer, digital painter, and poet from New York City. He holds a Poetry Certificate from The Writers’ Studio at Simon Fraser University. His work has appeared in Poetry Pause (League of Canadian Poets), Neologism, the Exit Hell Organisation, Emerge 23, and elsewhere. He is a two-time winner of the RCLAS Write-On contest.
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