This selection is from my newest collection of poetry, Black Chaos. Click Here to Purchase. Visit the Black Chaos Page to learn more about the collection and see select reviews for the book as well as other purchase links to several platforms including Nook and iBooks. There will be a new poem from the collection every Saturday and Sunday in April in celebration of the book’s release and National Poetry Month. Tell me what you think in the comments below.
When You’ve Nowhere to Go Except the Beyond
The ceiling crawls toward the desert
My brain summersaults to a new place
The bed melts away
Pigeons are angry this time of year
But I’ve never seen them in the desert
The journey is long and hot
I don’t know my destination
But somehow I know the way
The sand spirals in a whirlwind
Summersaults again
The kitchen is dull with
Brutal fluorescent lights
I search for a cup but the cabinets
Are all filled with shredded newspaper
I expected this but never think why
Finger and hands ooze from the sink
I’ll need these and the newspaper
For when the pigeons retaliate
James Pack 