John Destalo

John Destalo Aug 2020

ferocity flows
through her

touch her
feel your

sparks ignite
tiny explosions

that tickle
your deepest parts

like your soul
is being

massaged

you can finally
relax and forget

and let yourself
go anywhere

John Destalo Aug 2020

random patterns

she takes a
photograph

of speed

my brain
is a neutron

bomb

the earth is
a dangerous

place

humans have
existed for

a breath

I am is the
first name

of god

John Destalo Aug 2020

secret

I remember
it was dark

the flame
of a candle

cast a
flickering

shadow

lighting
a path

to our secret

we dare
not breathe

we could
lose our

light or
give away

our secret

John Destalo Aug 2020

numb

she said
I am numb

my soul does
not feel

I accept
everything

as inevitable
my dog is

neutered or
asleep

I can’t eat
raw meat

it makes
me sick

she said
you are not

the animal
I married

John Destalo Aug 2020

the face of power

the demon
is named

power
look at

the faces
as they

speak

eyes widen
lips snarl

voices expand

words lose
meaning

in emotion

the only
antidote

to power

is to listen
closely

study

and think
for yourself

power only
grows when

it is unchecked

John Destalo Aug 2020

conventions

I’m sorry
trump family

I live in a
democracy

I do not need
an enemy

another side
is like a coin

which does
not exist

without
another side

conflict is
the path to

truth

we are all
simple
creatures

with biased
beliefs

needing to be
challenged

to understand
ourselves

John Destalo Aug 2020

a broken swan

a body
collapsed

into

one shade
of white

every limb
is loose

folding into
itself

she cannot
fly

she will not
swim

she sinks
beyond

my sight
and sound