2 poems by Donna Dallas: “Riding Pegasus” & “No Zone-Don’t Go Zone”

man riding horse statue near trees during daytime

photo by Hans-Peter Traunig (unsplash)

Riding Pegasus

Wasn’t the Beer Here sign 
at the fair
nor the free beer
it was the circus 
surrounding the beer
the nice carny folk
invited me in

Ringmaster yelled
Satan said
to the world I am Satan
but to you I am the world
here is my blood

Ringmaster and I drank of it
the heavy oil
slid down 
pooled in my stomach
bloated with sin
I rode the Pegasus
with pink and blue flowered mane

I listened in awe as these show people 
played violins
examined my palm lines
told me they live on coffee and cigarette clips

I longed to stay
afraid I would grow horns
and start to turn
ringmaster’s wings clipped 
no one allowed to rise above him
we crept at his clawed feet

Riddled with the clap
I crawled away in shame
No Zone - Don't Go Zone

I’ve drifted so far away 
from the shore of my very own needs 
I just follow the watery pull 
lose the course again and again 
paddle desperately 
this is my tug boat baby
and I’ve got room for one more 
in this no-zone - the don’t-go-zone
the I’ll never come back from place
so alluring 
fresh and safe – death or hell?  
aren’t they both the same?

Knuckles swell
another bone cracks 
I hold us afloat with my pinky now 
while gravity pulls skin from bone
would have been better off holding the atlas 
instead I chose to drag us both to shore
crawl across the grainy sands of never-ary 
come back to shake this and dry out 
get footage - get better

Bio from Donna: I 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, I am found in Horror Sleaze Trash, Beatnik Cowboy and The Opiate among many other publications. I recently published my first novel, Death Sisters, with Alien Buddha Press. My first chapbook, Smoke & Mirrors, will launch this fall with New York Quarterly. I currently serve on the editorial team for Red Fez and New York Quarterly.


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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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