Jackie Wilson

Jackie Wilson Feb 2016

my bicycle
moves over
a clean slate
of white-snowed sidewalk,
its studded tires
sculpting a piece
of modern art
out of winter
for the city.

Jackie Wilson Feb 2016

SUN BASKET

sunflowers glisten
from a windowsill basket,
bright butter
melting into the light,
enriching it
and dissolving a little
of the hard scab
within me.

Jackie Wilson Jan 2016

ZEBRA REALITY

bars of moonlight
materialize through shuttered blinds
to dissolve my pillow
into the prison dimension
of dreams,
slipping in and out
of this reality.

Jackie Wilson Jan 2016

INVERTED CHRISTMAS

brilliant diamond fire of regret
burns my veins,
my existence diverted
by crushing pressure of lost time
into misery
and not the prophesied joy,
bringing only
the anguish of coping
and the paralyzing fear
of the fire dying
and with it,
life.

Jackie Wilson Jan 2016

SWIMMING POOL DURING A SPRING SHOWER

ethereal silver
dents the blue tranquility
to produce
a liquid mosaic
with boils
of bubbles
against a harmony
of frogs
wrapping sight
in sound.

Jackie Wilson Jan 2016

EARTH MEDICINE

melting icicles
are hypodermic needles
injecting spring,
drop by drop,
into the world.

Jackie Wilson Jan 2016

EXPLOSION

I am anti-matter
filled with the anti-gravity
of imagination
and unconventional light,
born into
an unfortunate family
of matter, dull and hollow,
who create the reality
they want to exist.