Tuesday poem #266 : Lance La Rocque : Golden Towers

I can formulate plans

Like a tv pope or a grown man

Wrapt in invisible storms

Just because I’ve got no patience

All their heads will spin unearthed

There in the tv that goes and goes

Around my globe

The endless homeruns in real languages

That speak and tweet to

 The power of my fabulous fingers

All the whys of the world

Broadcast through the tunnels of my nerves

 A flock of panicked birds swell my skin

Like gold like god

In a silver cloud I never thought

I’d talk so much about him

And now how his words rattle around my tongue like crickets

Lance La Rocque lives in Wolfville, NS. With Lisa, Emily, and Max. He has published in Hava LeHaba, Industrial Sabotage, and The Northern Testicle Review, and has a book of poetry, Vermin, by Book Thug.

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