Daniel Edward Moore
Daniel lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His poems are forthcoming in Weber Review, Cultural Weekly, Tule Review, Poetry South, January Review, Plainsongs, The Cape Rock, Artifact Nouveau and Panoplyzine. His chapbook, Boys, is forthcoming from Duck Lake Books in December 2019. His first book, Waxing the Dents, was a finalist for the Brick Road Poetry Book Prize and will be released in February 2020. His work has been nominated for Pushcart Prizes and Best of the Net. Visit him at Danieledwardmoore.com.
Being intimate with the sublime
is pure ornithology. Consider the
size of your life, the one you said
I could find you in. Consider the
branches holding you there. Less
people, places & things to prevent
the gospel of winged bliss from
building a church for the body.
Do you feathers take these claws
to protect you from the world, to love
& polish their violent ends before
desire descends? Do you claws take
these feathers to be your priestly gown,
to carry your need for sacrifice to all
the innocent waiting?
I do. You may now devour the world.
Longingis the name you answer to
like a fish who thinks glass is water,
who thinks floating to the top pretty & alone,
means something good will find you there
& rescue your days from that purple castle
empty on bright blue stones.
If belly up is the position of choice
when intimate parts are forgotten,
no longer admired for their Vegas spin
circling your brain with the sparkling thought
someone must know I’m here,Depending
on the time it takes for an eye to blink
in your dying direction darling it’s a toss
between the loving & depraved who gets to
bury your bubbles.