Carcinogen

Passages
through my skull
burn
with the smoke
of your touch

your form
strikes noon
on these spectres
of long-dead clocks

a butterfly
rants
in its insanity

feel the power
in one minor demon’s
vile wind

tear at that long-encrusted scar

and rejoice in its pain

Robert Beveridge

 

Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Neologism, In Between Hangovers, and Clementine Unbound, among others.