2020 Open Call , Poems - Todd Jackson

 

 

Urban's Noir

By Todd Jackson

This will be the final night of stars.
Curs from Paris to Macau applaud.
Soon the lady dons a dead peignoir.

 

Crystalline perfection's avatars,
Shed some grace upon us with a nod.
This will be the final night of stars.

 

Snapped between his teeth my Censor's bar.
This is not to say he's been declawed.
Soon the lady dons a dead peignoir.

 

Word by now has soaked the seminars,
“Galileo has evicted God!”
This will be the final night of stars.

 

Endless tragicomic abattoir,
Soiling her hem with common blood.
Soon the lady dons a dead peignor.

 

They'd been Soul's attentive registrars.
Awe one offered them was moral awe.
This will be the final night of stars.
Night the Lady dons a dead peignoir.

 

 

Todd Jackson's poems have recently been published in Snakeskin Poetry Ezine and will soon be published in Circe's Cauldron, a book by Neos Alexandrina due in January 2020. He self-published his volume of free verse, Ouranion. He holds an MA in English from Johns Hopkins University and lives in Las Vegas, Nevada.

 

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