53 Miles Left of Venus

by K.D. Zwierz

I spun the violet disc and at once a net descended.

So there I was, in the whirl of awakening,

I rode in a purple Cadillac with dreams and death,

Leant upon the window and watched the world with a sigh,

And they called me depression, and they weren't really wrong.

They smiled at the dark cloud that hugged the rolling asphalt

And I slowly sank into the thick cream bucket, no longer held there but for a song,

A melody tripping the horizon,

Where rising suns melted and sinking moons shrank.

Now was, was lost.. and will be? Who knew.

All the objects in Eden turned inside soap-bubbles

And I drifted on a haunted invocation that rolled to the sound of thunder

Down highways, and currants, and sparkling spiral arms

That glided speechless between the great dark divisions of space.

The disc kept spinning upon a single seed of harmony.

Countless things passed away their visible forms,

Just as I had surrendered mine,

My wings pulling me up and up

Far into the sky.

BIO: K.D. Zwierz's poems have appeared in Poetry Pacific, Bindweed, Tincture and Buzz, amongst others. He was anthologised in Ukraine in the work of international poets (Literary Waves), published in the UK and Poland, and is a co-editor at Beyond Words Literary Magazine (Berlin) and Pointing South (London).