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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