BY: Daniel Edward Moore

My apologies to the greatest harm
                      for the boy in me closing his eyes
                                                      to a story line of mayhem & meth
                                                                   in Dante’s circle of flames.

Forgiveness is nothing if not always
                        late to a party thrown by grief.
                                       Cerebral assent brings no relief
                                               when it all boils down to a lighter & pipe    

singing murder ballads at dawn,
                         the sun consoling your retina with hope
                                          that blinking means you’re alive.
                                                   Perhaps, something precious can stop

this bullet train to zero, like acres
                            of jaundiced sunflower smiles
                                         lining the bone crushing tracks of life
                                                                   with everything tender & decent

& I mean everything decent.
                           So pray if you will, that the shadow I see
                                                  is only with a stranger’s eyes setting behind
                                                                     the blue of my own, a sky just for me.

Moore lives on Whidbey Island in Washington State. His poems can be found in Spoon River Poetry Review, Rattle, Columbia Journal, Western Humanities Review, and others.

His poems will appear in West Trade Review, Duende Literary Journal, The Inflectionist Review, Isthmus Review, Glass Mountain Magazine, Columbia College Literary Review, Yemassee Review, Cumberland River Review, The Meadow, Bluestem Magazine, and Conclave.

His book of poetry, Confessions of a Pentecostal Buddhist, and an anthology in which he’s featured, This New Breed: Gents, Bad Boys and Barbarians Anthology, can be found on Amazon.

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