When All Else Fails
Just how deep are you willing to go
after realty’s reckless abandon of us,
that dazzling, desperate, dangerous tribe,
who made dreams into a fire escape
collapsing beneath the weight of souls
choking on heaven’s smoke.
In the morning burn the bucket list,
focus on the exquisite details. Make
God a bed in the basement of me,
complete with chains, food and a
phone in case the angel’s call. Or
some thirsty believer with one
drop of faith swallows
while dialing the numbers.
About the Author: Daniel Edward Moore lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His work has appeared in Southern Humanities Review, North American Review and more. His work is forthcoming in The Meadow, The Chiron Review, Nine Mile Magazine, New Plains Review, and Steam Ticket Journal. His book, “Waxing the Dents,” is from Brick Road Poetry Press.
Image Credit: Nikolai Astrup “Bonfire celebrating Midsummer Nigh” Public domain image courtesy of Artvee
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