Matt Nagin

Intelligence Of The Gym

All those muscle junkies

lifting eternity

pushing weights into sky

reaching

against time

stretching out an indifferent universe

muscle-seeking

lust-hunting

brandishing the illuminati smile;

they try so hard

each exertion

a stretching out of the fabric

of potential;

all together now

on treadmills and ellipticals

bench presses and inclines

together in that hot stank sweat 

and the soft sauna light of doom;

together as Mr. Grim Reaper

opens his jaw

and the sailors enter the ship

as the mighty go down

but with pride

and nice biceps.

Hunter Among Shadows

 

I go out

and collect

the light

like a tiger

on the precipice.

 

I go out

and collect

the light

like a mute

in a 

noisy call center.

 

Again I collect

the light

but this time

it’s like

a bandit

finding a path

through

a sea of angels.

 

Or later I collect

the light

like a cripple

raising himself up

into verandas of paradise.

 

And when there is

no light I collect

the darkness

as dawn splatters

across realms

of soaring potential.

 
 

THE COURTSHIP OF WINDS

© 2015 by William Ray