Whence come these fingers
A stirring white of bleached wood
To remove us from this sunken system
What lady
Fate or
Faith or
Lady Light?
Most likely the lady of the lake
Who lifts from treacher’d weeds
To trembling flesh
This disintegrated jungle of reality
Where coke-bottle lenses leap out from the watery gloom
+ Romance just a pressure level
2 b measured/recorded beneath electric light
w/muzzy head + foggy ear (what’s that you say my dear?)
+ relationships each are shipwrecks
Man the captain of all her failures
then guided to a soupy grave
where life stirs once again twixt silt + stone
as bonelike extensions skid
from fishbowl to
gifting air 2 those men
who yet laugh
beneath a foaming sea
of disassociation

gasping: we lash out at
thin eels of lingering depression

–Eve Strillacci


About loyolapoets

The Greyhound Collective Poetry Revival would like to consider “mission statement” in its simplest terms. Rather than reiterate the boundaries of our task, we simply express our aim: to become a mission – a party of individuals sent out into the world with a message meant to unveil a uniting principle of truth. We define this message as “poetry.” We promote poetry as a viable and vivid art form, alive and accessible. Freed from its ivory tower, our poetry will breathe life into an ailing form while fostering an artful relationship with the greater community. We assert ourselves under the following mantra: “your mouth is a sign of how sacred your life actually is.” As a collective, we write to be sanctified. View all posts by loyolapoets

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