Five X Two
Who blanks out one moment
sinks away from assault of light
covers provides thin shield—
but the night wraps me anonymously
protects me from dirty living-room windows
skins garlic in neglected kitchen corners.
What leaves biting gnats disturbs
perchance calm invisibility shines spots
interrogates shadows under the bed—
but the night emphasizes this
anonymously wiping glass clean
cooks up stews of sour lemons.
When whistles wastrel wind-
tunes wordlessly lifts dust grit
wastes faucet drips clock ticks—
but the night dampens eyes
anonymous echo in ears grief
wraps too many stricken.
Where sleep wrestles waking
nightmares slip into streaming
irreality shows cracked in paint—
but the night welcomes chaos
distrusts rhetoric hugs anonymous
crumbs like fine-grained death.
Why dwells here in this dark
so many tiny organic strands
unravels nucleotide secrets—
but the night reads novels
critiques plots of anonymous despair
writes poetry for morning trash.
©2020 Michael Dickel (Poetry and digital artwork). All rights reserved.
Michael Dickel’s writing and art appear in print and online. His poetry won the international Reuben Rose Poetry Award and has been translated into several languages. His most recent book, Nothing Remembers, came out in 2019 (Finishing Line Press) and received 3rd place for poetry in the Feathered Quill Book Awards–2020. He is Co-Managing Editor of The BeZine.