3 poems from E. Samples in Fevers of the Mind Presents the Poets of 2020

What if Some Day or Night a Demon *

Darkness or truth
Silence of dark
Tall and alone
Grows space
Between stars
Soaks timelines
Fugitive straining to hold
Witnessing a still death
Frozen mid-night
Crystalline adrenaline cloud
Breathing a still life
Slab of floor
Toes cold-shocked
Black lacquered caul
Bare skin
Palpitating blinks
Shadow scent devours
Slippery silhouette
Glitching corridor
Silence. Dark.

*"What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more'..."  - Friedrich Nietzsche , the Gay Science


III. Clocking In

Clickclick Click;
Second hand soldiers
compile unemployed minutes
The solstice wind's evening shift begins
Towers fill with
Punchpunch-ing, Punchpunch-ing
In the catacombs
leaf spotted scrolls stir,
anxious to flare a finger snap

II. Clocked

Rotating seasons remain
on schedule, force-fed
Doomed to forever
in all directions
until the paradox
and nonsense of saying:
it obeys; it counts; it moves;
strikes like flint hitting steel,
cracks open dead brush, ignites,
and once flaming sets
a blaze incalculable

I. Clocking Out

Breathe-take and
spill sacred formality
on the last. clean. day.
Think about building
a black hole planet;
Sphere eating sphere
within a coal dust
stained marble mantle
Step off the curb of Kentucky,
hot iron poker in hand
Land on the bluegrass of a universe
perpetually remade to the tune
reductio ad infinitum and
determined to bend you
until you break

oceanic feeling

we come on, hips synching
palm to palm slapping
skirts skimming thighs;
shoulder to shoulder
bioluminescent wings
ripple celestine dew
we're black onyx vibration
and fiery sirius glittering;
a scorching signal shore to shore
we're unidentified aerial
disco balls waxing,
rainbow waves cresting,
hear us kinetic spinning
roar after roar, come on

we're deep wells rising, spilling
salty selenite froth-faced
embracing foot after foot
tumbling satin and sandy
gypsum, silica stars
mirroring voice after voice,
come on, all dancing all
breathing body over body
arms outstretched, reach out
we're two feet off the ground
hearts thudding, we're the sound
come on, come on
we'll carry
we're the lift up and dive
we burn bright and roll
all flooding all
we're the come on
come on, we're happening

Bio: E. Samples is an Applachian cocktail poet; one part West Virginia Mountain Blue ink, two parts Kentucky Bluegrass Black ink, and a generous dash of Tennessee Red-inked Whiskey. She lives in the sweet corn stacks of Southern Indiana. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Still: The Journal, Soliloquies, Abridged, Re-Side, Variant Lit, The Loch Raven Review, Black Bough Poetry, Fevers of the Mind Poets of 2020 Anthology, Crêpe & Penn, The Cabinet of Heed, Lucent Dreaming, Plainsongs, Kissing Dynamite PUNK Anthology, Feral, Capsule Stories, and elsewhere. She's on twitter @emilysamples

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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