Litany for Humble Birds
i. Tendons warped around the
minutes we were emperors of
ii. palindromic nights. Organs
of the hour lay vivisected for us &
iii. through grey leather houses we
carried pigeon skulls decorated
iv. with dust I documented myself
let swallows roost along my tongue
v. guiding your blackthorn fingers
you plucked sour cherries from
vi. the base of my neck: lily-stained.
Our mouths ran vile with sour spit.
vii. Demand of me my body.
To the woods to cotton rows
viii. where we danced in the shadows
of giants with eyes like oil slicks &
ix. bristling in pillbug armor
I spoke your red name: Tanager.
In My Dreams I Saw Serpents
Before, I imagined myself in half-states.
Gears tumbled from the backs of my
knees. I offered no resistance
ecstasy of the lonely Machine
trill of the dying saint.
I wrote poems in clay & heard the
tick of my heart. An immaculate
consumption; black bones peeled back
to their hooks.
Listen! Lord Clockwork
I shook to brass branches. My sword:
the eclipse of my spine. Golden-crowned.
Rain-weary. I maimed the kitchen tile dragon,
& took its skin.
Ivan Josic is currently a junior at the High School for the Performing and Visual Arts for Creative Writing in Houston. He has been previously published in the Austin Bat Cave Anthology. When not writing, you can find him wandering his neighborhood, where he often finds inspiration for his work.
Visual Art by: Grey Stevenson