Magnesium Proverbs
Linda Bess
The beating broken drums
Of guilded dreamtime drones
wake her, speaking tongues
Her heart inside her lungs
A nimble nightmare pumps
Through buzzing trellis bones
Broken sleep before
The spoken briar core
Can wake her, speaking tongues
Atop jealous bed galore
Afire, smoky stones
Thrown out, oblique allure
To wake her, speaking tongues
No catalyst yet known
The words spit like marrow
Drawn from sullen pores
She wakes up speaking tongues
Her heart pressed through her lungs
A dozen words she pours
No one can hear the door
She pounds and pounds and pounds
Her heart confounds her lungs
With breath she sucks cold stones
Sulking, tether alone