James Coral Jackson
Mouton (Poem)
we drink loss
with absinthe on
powerful levels
to decrease
time click-clacking everything
strangers are strangers
are words and presence
you know the answer
more means more
and having more means more
and everyone needs to
this isn't earth in the end you need
to get used to
break your toxicity down
close these distances
decide what you care about
even if it's just a sightless mouth
slamming your control
with a dime smile
and funky top hat grin
a mouthful on your lips
and I want the other
an old man gazes
Passing Through the Nights (Poem)
& so these animals roam our home’s tender wilds
& helicopters buzz to the children’s hospital
& you’re beside me in bed separated by blanket reading
letters from childhood. Dear Lions. The birth of me was special.
& sure aren’t we all afraid of living in the past
(past the gingerbread house we walked and walked)
somewhat certain there’s a time machine in the future with my name on it
but I will not be a wolf. No,
I will not whim to the moon.