Essence waiting, buried in a stone. An amazing pressure of solubility.
Elemental process occurring at the cellular level in the furrow
compromising bedrock. Seeping along primeval pathway which shadows
our footsteps above. A secluded coolness, stirring the blood at the heart.
Wellspring is cradle, cradle is wellspring. Triggering an avalanche of glass
bells tickling peach fuzz contours. Hot buttered funk. Inside your cheek, a
fine coat of saliva. Strings of it forming on chops, proverbial or not. Fiber
optic polish salinity. Synthetic acid at one time used as an artificial sweetener.
Dew the due! Sometimes I haven’t an idea what I am saying when I try to
explain. Haven’t having an idea what I am saying, you are flushed. Wash me
clean.
is the author of the poetry collection Sharp Blue Stream (Three Rooms Press) and serves as an editor for greatweatherforMEDIA. His work has appeared recently in Marsh Hawk Review and Maintenant 14, and is upcoming in Nixes Mate Review and the anthology Pittsburgh (the latter, from Dostoyevsky Wannabe Cities). David also collaborates with poet Aimee Herman in the poemusic collective Hydrogen Junkbox.
