Two Poems

April 15, 2017


Oh Beautiful


Look upon the brutal real.
You are fodder.
The layer cake of us
Has you buried deep.
Those on the sickly sweet top
Loll whitely in the frosting,
Slick like evidence,
This sugar substitute
For love,
For the earth beneath us;
The purple mountain majesty
Escapes us,
And we perish
From the needle of our need
To believe.


Here Is An Apple


Here is an Apple. But where it came from I cannot give you. 
It cannot substitute for the power you seek.
And the ones you offer me are as useless as the waxen fruit in the bowl 
On the table.


Eat of the fruit 
And know hunger, one
You will not ever fill.
It will drive you
Out beyond the hidden gate
And into strife and toil
Making furrows in endless fields 
In which you plant infertile seeds.


You may even build a tower
In the quest to quench
The thirst this apple gives.
Those around you will be
Stranger to you, speaking
In words you can never hear. 
All of this, cities stretched as far
As your eye can see,
You will eventually burn. 


And the tree will keep on

Kelly Thompson has been published in Entropy, Proximity, O Comely, Manifest Station, Witch Craft, The Writing Disorder, and 49Writers among other literary magazines and was nominated for a Pushcart this year. She is a contributor and curates Voices On Addiction for The Rumpus. Kelly lives in Denver, Colorado and is a member of Lighthouse Writers Workshop

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