Daniel Edward Moore
Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island.
His work is forthcoming in The Meadow, The Chiron Review,
Drunk Monkeys, Sandy River Review, Xavier Review, Delta Poetry Review, Third Street Review and North American Review.
His book, Waxing the Dents, is from Brick Road Poetry Press.
REM
Whatever it was that set my jaw free
from chewing on the dream’s last scene,
no credits rolled off the screen of my tongue,
no cosmic banter interrupted breakfast
and my stomach’s bear-in-heat kind of growl.
The longer you listen, the clearer it becomes,
this blindfolded beggar of a life.
That cup in my hand is a mercy test.
It loves when tears conspire with coins
to wash the hours with giving,
hates when morning’s blood-red sky,
means one more nest is missing a worm,
missing a beak and a song.
Whatever it was that set my jaw free
left me drooling with the rest of the world,
clueless, twitching and scared.
clueless, twitching and scared.
