"Baby Snapper"
the Mesozoic
never left
endings hatched
beginnings
dust became
the slime
careful where
you step
"Dream of Trading Places" I was a dog oh boy and the world a hot fresh tar ball, I couldn’t get enough of Eau de Master’s Weird Compulsion to Fix the Earth all his barking barking barking at wild and lovely something, all those un- repeatable breaths
Mark Jackley lives in northwestern Virginia. His poems have appeared in Fifth Wednesday, Natural Bridge, Sugar House Review, and other journals. His new book of poems, Many Suns Will Rise, is available from Main Street Rag Press.
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