Poetry By Scott Ferry

       Daniel Beilinson CC





the face of god
 
is not jeweled
it is a child racing through rain
it is night when the muscles twitch in birdtrance
it is the inside of longing when there is no waiting left
it is a fist of seeds a clean vowel a sigh inside a sigh
it is your name after we make love
it is a fist gripping seeds a clean sigh
a longing for birdsong at night
a twitch of a vowel waiting
inside rain a muscled
name a child’s
jeweled feet
racing





i am usually the misunderstood fish-leper

in my dreams
the one who has deciphered the suncode
but smells like regret

i bring my prayers and spells to the king and queen
but the guards won’t let me in the door
because i am blue and gasping like a dying comedian

but i have something which will solve
hate like a controlled burn
near a freeway

the equations are here inside my longbones
if you turn off the lights and close your eyes
you will feel the numbers undo your knots

like acrobatic ants
i can show you i say but they never
let me in and my work is ash

and my mouth is carbon black
and my name glows dark like a
comet’s tongue


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Scott Ferry helps our Veterans heal as a RN in the Seattle area. His collaboration with Lillian Necakov and Lauren Scharhag titled Midnight Glossolalia is now available from Meat for Tea Press. More of his work can be found at ferrypoetry.com
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