“Baby Snapper” and “Dream of Trading Places” by Mark Jackley

"Baby Snapper"

the Mesozoic
never left

         endings hatched

         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 
to Fix the Earth
all his barking
at wild and lovely 
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.