K.M. Douglas

BIRTH

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BIRTH, by Jackson Pollack
by K. M. Douglas

BIRTH, by Jackson Pollack

Can’t remember so captured so candid in light under splashes
Been up again, tall rag pipes loathe quizzically
& the strangest one of all stank like bedrise in a morning known
for chemicals. Too much less now gene low dieoptics
Care-a-plied knocketernal carnivorous/nerve/ending
Naked Man.
cood tail heights jett sold in tanglewood mesas
Birdstones mask in rapture fathomed
brought forth mind tamely, seen first looking up

Out of the Web Wyoming is dying
distance talk open buried scent bloom
nothing appears
Bride endle sped clay cracks dust
calm stale core
Out of the web nothing appears
ism-is-mated, Guardians of the Secret.
Autumn Rhythm. Number 27, 1950.

HTUMAN TA YEKSIHW
YENOHP A TON M’I :SRORRIM ETORW SDROW

Bio:

K. M. Douglas grew up in Northeast Ohio and studied creative writing at The Ohio State University. He lives in Rainer, Washington with his wife, cat and dog. Cities of Blood, K. M.’s first published book of poetry, is available for Kindle. His first novel is In the Place Where There is No Darkness, a dystopian look at America through the eyes of the son of a suicidal ex-Army Ranger. http://www.kmdouglas.org

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ZERO A.M.

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ZERO A.M.

by K. M. Douglas

ZERO A.M.

FIRST CURSE: Arise the first birth in warm obscure purity, admit the subtle passing of daylight chasing sanity, a ceremony of cracked walls and fallen hydrogen assume the freight mild ready desperate escape in train rail race the dust by day and sunlight wishing for obscurity

SECOND CURSE: We follow the laws we choose to follow, we follow the way, the legless way, the headless way, the endless way, the absolute infinity is always changing expanding contract disease the lungs they flow the breath below we pray we wait we give thanks we burst forth in sudden amazement and find the god divine alive in eyes we insist we see through

THIRD CURSE: Our carnal bard died a certain death of old age is a wave that shakes as the beach crashes back and daylight finds a new enemy and nitemare fits an image revealed by morning a memory gasp a last handshake a trigger a fact a gas chamber relate the mid-day earthquake and all the lasers chipped and micro melted skin flaps in piles burnt nervous hostile occupations bring flame to follow death in the a.m.i.m.we.are.eternity

K. M. Douglas grew up in Northeast Ohio and studied creative writing at The Ohio State University. He lives in Rainer, Washington with his wife, cat and dog. Cities of Blood, K. M.’s first published book of poetry, is available for Kindle. His first novel is In the Place Where There is No Darkness, a dystopian look at America through the eyes of the son of a suicidal ex-Army Ranger. http://www.kmdouglas.org