Wednesday, June 16, 2010

A Gift to Indicate Apology ~ Ray Succre

Dolling the rich, red embroider of looting, of theft
near the fiction that calls her good mood its purpose,
apologies are meant, given petal by stem
by a vase of them, and yes is granted or no stanced,
set against their leashes and struck.

He ought not take belief in treasure, yet eager does,
and takes great gulps of life for all the meaning in his
porous pockets.

And so he has stolen flowers from a memorial.

She is in a room and he reciprocates the nudge of his senses.
She undergoes any look of her and the finches in his ribs
alight, tugging the wires from the plugholes of his process.

She ought never have learned to see him, yet crashed
the doors of her cupboard and nuzzled the same pieces
that built a dire walkway over these dreams that now
spill her mood, perchance her romantic striver.

The trust, and the time, contrived or true,
more and more this sense becomes this pivot.

Bells in the ringing red, brambles of gifts, of adoring
near the phantom that calls her smile its idol.

Ray Succre currently lives on the southern Oregon coast with his wife and son. He has had poems published in Aesthetica, BlazeVOX, and Pank, as well as in numerous others across as many countries. His novels Tatterdemalion (2008) and Amphisbaena (2009), both through Cauliay, are widely available in print. Other Cruel Things (2009), an online collection of poetry, is available through Differentia Press.

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