Travis Stephens: Two Poems Dec. 2018

“12th of February, waiting on spring”

February night the color of jackdaws
the color of sleep under blankets
the taste of dreams.
Names are lost
faces blurry and puffy
like bad teeth in photos
from another age.
War again.
Peace was the last bit of silver,
a touch of sun.
It may rain today
If the sky can work up the
courage, the listless desire
to damp and sparkle.
Left alone
the earth will devour us.

“Beats”

Nodding to the drum shots in the song,
realizing that the Bo Diddley beat is just a
heartbeat riff.
Ba-dum ba-dum.
Knowing that there are eight hundred and three beats in
one of my favorite songs,
Sing it loud.
Know that there are six million four hundred thousand and fifty-three
heartbeats
since I last saw you.

Author: Dead Mule Staff