Tuesday, May 24, 2011

A LAST

by Daniel Wilcox



Alas, grieving sorrow, tribulating
Don’t ask from where—
Yes, Shenandoah; “Across the Wide Missouri”



Welted eyes, shadowed tears,
Wind-cuffed face with ‘fulled’ lashings

Of more less and less,
Wiping away
With wept wetness
In a downward swirling wet sweep,
The torn sky in
A multiple series of weeping losses



The fall of all welling reveries
In the wreck--aging.



How long, how many tomorrow’s tomorrow
This a las—ting loss lostness?


Daniel Wilcox ages. His writing has appeared in many magazines including The Danforth Review, Counterexample Poetics, The Recusant, The Copperfield Review, Word Riot, P.S.H., and The Write Room. His first book of poetry, Dark Energy, was published by Diminuendo Press. Before that he hiked through Cal State University Long Beach (Creative Writing), Montana, Europe, Palestine/Israel, worked in a mental institution, and taught literature to teenagers. He lives with his wife on the central coast of California.
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