Three Poems | by Richard King Perkins II

Westward

There is something
about the weight

of a stone in my hand.

Metal bits catch the glint
of the sun

before a small invasion
of clouds
dulls every warmth

to grey.

Within the sudden dusk
I hold the stone
a while longer

measuring its worth

looking westward.


The Deadfall of Mechanical Dawn

In our house filled with silence and paste

stars can be so easily confused
with particles of dazzling dust;

the deadfall of mechanical dawn.

The first time we met
it was all blood and feathers

the full length of your hands
transferring latent autumn twilight

so that I could dream of what your dreams might be.

The ancient evening lasts a little longer
where movements in unison are pointless and shallow
like the theft of butterflies

and you express contempt for the medications
that keep you functioning

but want to kill yourself
in two weeks without them.

I deny your denials
but accept the slow assassination of a thirty year torture,

the return of alms
which opened your skull to a subculture
like diseased pewter.

Erotic, sleepless eyes
expose the entirety of your unseen self,
the sedate madness

as you flutter in a bathtub
diagramming the invisible world

encircled in unpardonable echoes.

Once I remove the anxious wings from your back
and wait for open wounds to heal

there will be nothing anyone can do
to make you supple again


A Dream of Tesla

Tesla thinks clearly of magical discoveries
and now you deeply consider Tesla—

the gothic danger of Wardenclyffe,
the earth splitting in two with resonance frequency.

In the midst of your sleep cycle
comes both a sense of suffocation and falling

followed by surreal, dry-eyed crying;
sniffles for the shattered almost-worlds—

cursing the foibles of rampant agendas
and that villains never see themselves as such;

endless incarnations of dangerous thinkers
making an infinity of deadly mistakes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL, with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage. He is a three-time Pushcart, Best of the Net and Best of the Web nominee whose work has appeared in more than a thousand publications including The Louisiana Review, Plainsongs, Texas Review, Hawai’i Review, Roanoke Review, Sugar House Review and The William and Mary Review.

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