Alan Clark

At This Moment

I want to run away, stay put,
Stand breast sentry, sortie lips,
Melt summer to a drop,
Sing in keys of lilac, blood,
Carouse for seven nights a week,
Soothe myself when suns come up
With blackest, coldest ink.

Alan Clark is a poet and artist dividing his life between Maine and Mexico.  He has two books: “Guerrero and Heart’s Blood” –  Serpiente (Mexico) and “Where They Know” –  BluesTango.  His poems have appeared in Little Star, The Caribbean Writer, Adirondack Review, Zocalo Poets, East Coast Ink, and others.

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