Thursday, September 27, 2018

Pine Scent & Marijuana By Victor Clevenger

our ’97 life in a rear-view
day skies were green
night skies
were hot-kaleidoscope-orgasms

we said together we’d love forever
because a day without loving 
would be a day of certain misery
that we would never choose to wake to

I’ve lived twenty-years of days since then
all ones we said we’d never choose

& I have no idea
if they are miserable for you 
I only know that there are still dark mornings
when I can feel a warm vibration
of you whispering words
into my ear

I wake quickly
alone     & imagine

our aged bodies
dangling like slivers of driftwood
from two beaded nooses
in this dreamcatcher
above my headboard
About Victor Clevenger:

When not traveling highways across America, Victor Clevenger spends his days in a Madhouse and his nights writing poetry.  Selected pieces of his work have appeared in print magazines and journals around the world, as well as at a variety of places online.  In 2017, Victor was nominated for the Best of the Net Anthology, as well as a Pushcart Prize.  His most recent published collections of poetry include A Finger in the Hornets’ Nest (Red Flag Poetry, 2018) and On The Tip Of Our Tongues (Analog Submission Press, 2018)

1 comment:

  1. "...dangling like slivers of driftwood..." Nice, I dig it.


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