This month we have a surprising featured poet: Davon C. Loeb. We think you’ll find his poems are a bit eclectic and yet capture an emotion, a realism, and symbolism one cannot read without being touched. Davon has a way of imprinting on the heart with his unique perspectives.
Indispensable tears burping from ducts,
trounced mascara like ash, with a heart of Pompeii.
Stagnant expressions, a purgatorial smile
of insatiable insecurities, memories of sawdust,
lips’ taste of iron-
she’s a shrew in a labyrinth chasing hourglass cutouts.
The consequences of her deception like suffocation.
She sponsors back into samples of perfume,
peeling back the paper, the paralysis of her senses-
synaesthesia, oh what a drug.
Her wrists hide ridges from the marionette strings,
so she moves,
like she’s beautiful.
The Friend I Never Wanted
I subscribe to you like a hangnail.
We lay afar, night and day-
an analogy of the most cliché.
I awake, entangled to the comforter’s
emptied cocoon. Reminisces of black
tresses, the bystanders to restless dreams,
what a futile tryst;
but I still show all 31 teeth with skin
carved past my cuticles.