by Michael Madden
Where you can’t sell yourself the dream
In a two-chord groove
A spine twisting itself
Toothache breeze, parked boat, tipping
Is it a video?
A google search I did at 11:39pm: when to stop seeing yourself
Spirit rise, bone enter, tent and sleep
Make death blushYou sidelong glancer, shy to dance.
Michael’s work can be found in Into the Void Magazine and other places. He holds an MFA from Spalding University.