{"id":13145,"date":"2020-09-15T08:53:33","date_gmt":"2020-09-15T06:53:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13145"},"modified":"2020-09-15T08:53:33","modified_gmt":"2020-09-15T06:53:33","slug":"poems-by-jade-riordan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13145","title":{"rendered":"poems by Jade Riordan"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Winter Carousel<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>If I crack open an imported coconut<\/p>\n<p>&amp; carousel horses stream out like gold<\/p>\n<p>embossed milk. If I sip the milk-paint<\/p>\n<p>from sunset hued manes, brighten<\/p>\n<p>my tuneless tongue. Bleed across<\/p>\n<p>the pale green saddle like my sex freed.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>If moondust carnations bloom from polar<\/p>\n<p>bears\u2019 raw, winter-soft jaws like tundra<\/p>\n<p>kissing the equator. &amp; I leap, cold &amp;<\/p>\n<p>Arctic fox-pelted, between the teeth-<\/p>\n<p>haloed heads of half a dozen harp seals.<\/p>\n<p>Between the glossy, varnished borders<\/p>\n<p>decorating a partial world\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 map.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>If I sand every remaining meridian line<\/p>\n<p>into smooth ocean. Clench my jaw\u2014<\/p>\n<p>all angelic, all fox. &amp; tend to, am tender<\/p>\n<p>to a garden beneath the midnight sun.<\/p>\n<p>O, I carve a carousel from oven-warm<\/p>\n<p>macaroons, then ride a milk &amp; wood pony<\/p>\n<p>off the map\u2019s edge &amp; onto the moon.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Another Blue World<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I sleep iridescent. Blink the spring<br \/>\nazure of my irises: hidden to star<br \/>\n-ing. Sky to twilight\u2019s glancing prey.<br \/>\nI pin the flight-wrought delicacy of<br \/>\nmy thorax to a simple cork board,<br \/>\ndisplay my aorta\u2019s small splay. I<br \/>\nconfuse myself for an extinct species<br \/>\nof moth. Pretend the dusk-dust<br \/>\ncan shimmer my imagined wings<br \/>\n&amp; an imagined compass-less wind<br \/>\ninto being. Pretend the air doesn\u2019t<br \/>\nflake like rust\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ed yesterdays<br \/>\nin the hands of time. In the hands,<br \/>\nmy hands, pinning this life up on<br \/>\ndisplay. Simultaneous myth making<br \/>\nand self(less) forgetting. An endless<br \/>\nnon-REM night spent decorating<br \/>\nothers\u2019 rooms, others\u2019 minds.<br \/>\nOther(s\u2019) worlds.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Ornamental Rust<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A sagittal plane, formed by, say, a mirror<\/p>\n<p>held perpendicular to the sternum, cuts<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>the gentle beast of my body into right &amp;<\/p>\n<p>Latin\u2019s sinister. The vanity-bruised Yggdrasil<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>of my bronchial tree; the bent light of a punch<\/p>\n<p>to the gut. Every sunrise greeted by a first or<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>third quarter moon\u2014half woken, half wrapped<\/p>\n<p>in REM. Every moonrise the staccato envy<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>of a wound for the blood to rush &amp; rust-leak<\/p>\n<p>back into. To ornament the body\u2019s sky like<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>bloodletting by leech made tainted reversal.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Architecture of an Ending<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>is blueprinted on iridescent beetle<br \/>\ncasings &amp; the velvet listening<br \/>\nof rabbit ears. In the blue-black bruise<br \/>\nof squid ink &amp; the ghost milk<br \/>\nof my left eye\u2019s vitreous humour.<br \/>\nDesign drawn to the scale of hauntings.<br \/>\nWindows like widows. Doors to<br \/>\naccommodate the dear &amp; the damned<br \/>\n\u2014virtuous, vicious entrance.<br \/>\nFloor plan overlaid with secret passage<br \/>\n-ways, inlaid with secret markings<\/p>\n<p>directing one away\u2014skyward, dirtward.<br \/>\nToward the apocalypse of a utopia.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>All The Little Hopes<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>like starlings or kindling or end<\/p>\n<p>-ling. Murmuration of lasting<\/p>\n<p>flame, last flame.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The embodiment. The liquid<\/p>\n<p>warble, the mouth\u2019s delicate<\/p>\n<p>pucker around combustion.<\/p>\n<p>Around the epilogue that tastes<\/p>\n<p>only of hunger<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u2014succulent suckling<\/p>\n<p>of bone marrow &amp; dental pulp<\/p>\n<p>from the sly grace of another (self).<\/p>\n<p>Another (faith in) tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p>(In its trembling, its darling.)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Winter Carousel &nbsp; If I crack open an imported coconut &amp; carousel horses stream out like gold embossed milk. If I sip the milk-paint from sunset hued manes, brighten my tuneless tongue. 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