Poem # 1
(What the secret organ gave)
I hear a voice
From my skull’s center
Vilified in some sudden quake
That shakes the third floor
Of my narrow life
I spin the thin soup
Of my days
Into sonata skies
Woven with soundless cries
From a seven year old’s
Sparse parched tongue
What secret organ
Pulses in some obverse
Of evolution
And speaks to me
In Animal codes?
What electric surge
Comes through my nerves
Directing the actions of my hand
And the clicking of my palate?
This hidden howl
Of the hungry
I cover with civil obedience
And call him
By his secret forest name.
Josh Kight 11/4/05
