Peeling by Jack Marquis
two new poems and I’m wide awake
but why sleep
when one can come up with ideas like
peels
peels away is a little like waking up
peels away to see something new
peels away the night to see a new day
peel away the clothes in the night
the skin of your lids
peel away to your glowing eyes
as bright as the sun
burning my skin
waiting
until
it peels away again
ah yes
peels
peel away the years
when eventually the mask and shell
peel away
but the best part of peels
is what’s above peel
peekaboo
I see you
—-
yes
of course
it was yours
Here’s another gem from years ago on the Flagstaff Missed Connections. I love how this one starts off – why sleep in peels when you can come up with ideas for poems from random (or not so random) words?
