Jenny Gabrielle
WRONGWAY ICARUS


Drowning is a pleasure
of sweetness
coming on like floods
lapping my feet
like dogs -
Melt my callouses
I am made golden
by virtue of epiphanies
by my love which liquifies
my body until I turn
inward
into the sun

The rough green of Ireland
the twilight wedged under the skin
water
in my eyes
falling out of my mouth
we have been waiting a long
time for the rain

A pretty jewel of a window
blue as swimming pools
stuck in a shadow wall
and above it the towers
of Avalon

A city rushes
the reeds break under my
palm into backwards
locusts

filling the air with the sound
of bending
the gentle crack of release
mouldy fingers trace the edges of the
sky TV a rough
outline of glass
the ice breaks on the shore
like a tangram
we have lost all notions
how to fix it
only the sky before me now
torn empty
filling with birds
that dizzingly
fly from the sea
to a nothing in my heart
that is as blasted as the
voice of Godmouth
waiting for the rain
pulling water
from the wind
which sighs
like Godheads
over everything
into crevices
we, waiting on the stairwell

I am tripping, running over my
feet bent backward,
if I fall flat on my face
a thousand shards of laughter
will explode from my brain
the blue eyed
wings of moths
gone wasted on light
and night
and lonely joy
a large glass broke open today
holding all my life
in the edges of (______)

small bird
whispers
to you
under my dress
my fingers race over the skin
of piano keys -
leaving a stink in the air
a siren jumps like a needle
through the night

Children
are broken and lay into
the streets
with a rancor to
dig graves
but I am spinning
tripping as I spin
water beading on my skin
you say -
your eyes are like cold water
catching my dress
I'm running

Lost highways of empty glass
sing to you
the murdered song of
a thousand cabaret dancers
answers your call
as the night spins loose waves
around your mouth
Your tongue is a whale
the roses of love is
shouting through the
corridor
of bending bone-
the marrow
is only the thickening
between
us

Jenny Gabrielle is living currently between NYC and Los Angeles. She has traveled and lived in Ireland,
United States, Germany, Austria, France, and Spain.

 

 

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