To/Fro
The world will end
with yellow wolf's death rattle.
The furniture of the universe
is a bare lightbulb
swinging to and fro,
to and fro.
To: hand luggage for the wilds
of the wolf's yawn.
Fro: black tepid ram's tongue,
licking like a Billy goat
in it's gruff weed
of the stars
pulled across the sky
by a tractor.
-Grant Tabard 2014
Grant Tarbard has worked as a journalist, a contributor to magazines, an editor, a reviewer and an interviewer. He is now the editor of The Screech Owl.
His work can be seen in such magazines as The Rialto, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Bone Orchard Poetry, BLAZE, The Journal, Southlight, Sarasvati, Earth Love, Mood Swing, Puff Puff Prose Poetry & Prose, Postcards Poetry and Prose, Playerist 2, Lake City Lights, Medusa's Kitchen, The Open Mouse, Weyfarers, Miracle, Poetry Cornwall, I-70, South Florida Review, Stare's Nest, Zymbol, Synchronized Chaos and Decanto.
1 comment:
Wonderful. Excellent.
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