Ephram Pratt Disappears into the Sky

He heard it
through his finger tips

and through
his vacant eyes,

the low moaning
of chances taken,

melting into
a soft nothing,

into an attack
on shuffled footprints

invisible to the naked eye,
crossing a bridge

into a naked sky.
Call to the strangers

slinking into silence,
cowboys and Indians

asleep on fire,
dripping molten ingots

onto swollen fingers
as they glisten in silence,

as they portray
digits of despair,

waking and walking
into an errant danger,

illicit and cloying
as if bitten by the sky.

 

Jack Lorts

About Jack Lorts

Jack Lorts poems have appeared widely in little and literary magazines over the past 40+ years, including Arsenic Lobster, Fishtrap, High Desert Journal, Haggard & Halloo, etc. His most recent chapbooks are "Dear Gilbert Sorrentino & Other Poems" (Finishing Line) and "The Meeting Place of Words" (Pudding House). He is currently Mayor of Fossil, OR.
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