Phone Rings
by Kevin McCoy
phone rings – eight people answer – i don’t know none of them – vapors through wires boil and collide – center of the sun – they squeak
incinerate the earth in a flash – lay to waste the demon hordes – drive the divine from the day – new sun deals the hand
phone rings – the truth is never nearer – baking winds – summer’s long flames – landing zone is hot
road is eternal in its twists – past fountains of bishops where flows complacency – regret – apathy – can we meet in circles – leave the squares for better people
phone rings – dog answers – he is busy building tombs for me – can’t talk – can i have him ring you back
A Thousand Threads
these images run through me –
a thousand threads.
a thousand burning needles burst
in the black.
the crashing of the ages around us.
voices crushed by radio static.
King Street Aberdeen
king street – aberdeen
i give you place.
long ago.
i give you time.
i give you electric dreams –
desperate wisdom.
i am alone.
top of the double decker.
senior commons room.
face – hands.
i give you flesh.
i am alive.
breathing – dreaming –
stretching for something maybe
forbidden.
my eyes blink blinding
i give you sight.
and for worthless mouths
i give you taste.
BIO
Kevin McCoy’s works have appeared in Forge, Wisconsin Review, Crate, Natural Bridge and several other journals. His collection “Tea in a Bowl” will be published by Unsolicited Press in January 2015.
