discussing abuses
to do with little f's
of body and mind.
cannot understand
these women who wish
to be born as gloves.
a solitary appendage
unsatisfactory
when five are required,
tenuously bound to the outer
rim of a nervous, sweaty palm.
boldly gesturing at the boundaries
of musky, deep space with the
latest advances in puppetry
- oh to feel a babies' head ...
the ventriloquists' dummy talks
while my mouth is gaffed by
gulpfuls of water from a thrusted glass
with waves goodbye
- why you still walk ! despite puppet legs ! ...
where did your ventriloquist go
his confident, firm grip proudly clasping
the insignificant shake of my
insipid, flighty flesh.
had my Buzz Aldrin digits been your Neil Armstrong's
i would have used my writing hand
a memory quote worthy.
attempts to pluck your words
knotted, entwined: your FIRST !! - all too fleeting,
they've already been snatched,
finally grabbing silence, you cup your mouth
after taking your foot out
John Bryan's poetry has been featured in Devil Blossoms, The Doomed City, Gnome,Identity Theory,Indie Journal,Locust,Pedestal Magazine,Retort,Sometimes City,Taint,3AM,Thunder Sandwich,Unlikely Stories, and has work forthcoming in The 13th Warrior Review. Mr. Bryan lives in Australia.