A Poem by Perry L. Powell

Our Collections

 

We started our collections with the

impasse and set our endowment in

sour satin.  We mounted the byte chariot into

moonlight and let the dead worm fatten.

 

We praised the lump in the bend of the

neck and tied a corset round the coral

jury.  We let the panorama fall strangely

silent and the square vent its fury.

 

When the syllable magnetized the encoded

caravan, not a gap refracted its darkening

value.  But the pedestal equipped in taller

increments as all the panpipes went askew.

 

While the tropical family stood nonplussed in

rain, not a dining frog withdrew a quiet

slap.  As the overflow and metric

garment dropped to a rambunctious lap. 

 

 

 

Perry L. Powell is a systems analyst who lives and writes in College Park, Georgia. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in A Handful of Stones, A Hundred Gourds, Decades Review, Haiku Presence, Indigo Rising, Lucid Rhythms, miller’s pond, Mobius The Journal of Social Change, Poetry Pacific, Prune Juice, Quantum Poetry Magazine, Ribbons, small stones, The Camel Saloon, The Credo, The Foliate Oak, The Heron's Nest, The Innisfree Poetry Journal, The Lyric, and Turtle Island Quarterly.