COLD COMFORT
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Alison Eastley
Alison Eastley has been published in many fine journals including Blue Fifth Review, The Adirondack Review, Taint, The Absinthe Review. She has poems forthcoming in Sometimes City, Pig Iron Malt, and Snow Monkeys. By Alison Eastley
Published on 05/6/2009
There's no comfort wanting the night
to be an oracle split open like a sigh
suggesting this quaking should stop.
I've cursed everything from the slip
of the moon to Ganesh's broken tusk
and wondered if the present is confused
to be an oracle split open like a sigh
suggesting this quaking should stop.
I've cursed everything from the slip
of the moon to Ganesh's broken tusk
and wondered if the present is confused
There's no comfort wanting the night
to be an oracle split open like a sigh
suggesting this quaking should stop.
I've cursed everything from the slip
of the moon to Ganesh's broken tusk
and wondered if the present is confused
by the past and the past is a book
shoved under a window to let air rush in.
What if the car stops leaking oil
and grass turns into a miracle of lawn?
I'll learn to paint murals on landslip walls
and name flowers that are blue. Plumbago
is one but what if the others are bruised
by the ravages of another bloody war?
Copyright © Alison Eastley, 2003. All Rights Reserved.
to be an oracle split open like a sigh
suggesting this quaking should stop.
I've cursed everything from the slip
of the moon to Ganesh's broken tusk
and wondered if the present is confused
by the past and the past is a book
shoved under a window to let air rush in.
What if the car stops leaking oil
and grass turns into a miracle of lawn?
I'll learn to paint murals on landslip walls
and name flowers that are blue. Plumbago
is one but what if the others are bruised
by the ravages of another bloody war?
Copyright © Alison Eastley, 2003. All Rights Reserved.