A New Prophet

Photo by R.U.P.A.K – A.N.T.O ~~ Passing Time

first I woke the birds
clumsy steps on crumbling asphalt
it was the antidepressants
an undiagnosed chemical stroke
my mood uplifted my right foot
dragging on occasion
tripping over carpet
or in this case turd-black pebbles clattering
waking hidden birds
hearing their first peeps and calls
three voices then four in the same tree
then the block waking up

then I woke the wind
my fingers flung wide walking
down the middle of the street
pulling the still air apart
churning it with my blunt nails
I never guessed the effort would create
a clash of swords above
sharp blades dropping onto parked cars
an answering click and tinkle
frozen blood drops
are black not red

then the car lights
brighter than porch lights
jealous of the brightness of the sun
sneering at the moon
painting me in negative across
clapboard expanses and concrete stoops
unknown and thus malign
my lack of proportion exaggerated

lastly the people
shut away behind glass
smeary or clear no difference
squinting to see me and judge
the hunched pack on my back
they way I come open mouthed
always disputing with god
like he was a boss
I could teach something to
dictating new scripture
though it makes a certain sense
not a Hebrew
just a modern era slave
ignorant to the scent of rebellion

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GlenDodge

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.