RED


if i say red you conjure up sticky mouth of princess leia the morning after halloween. open wound of TV victims. vulva of bird of paradise. if i say red you hear an age of cedar trees. madrid & trick of ordering lunch with third grade spanish. flash of fox tail arching into a higher trespass.


the one octave your eyes take in is nuance of weather. white sundries under the over clothes that finally yield to my seductions. but if i am mute which black must my fingers? & then what is it your ears say?


TA KENYLOR


Ken Taylor lives and writes in North Carolina. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in The Chatta- hoochee Review, The Stony Thursday Book, The Fish Anthology, elimae, MiPOesias, The New Guard, Whale Sound, Eclectica Magazine, OCHO, Poets & Artists, HAM Literature and Gigantic Sequins. He is the 2011 winner of the Fish Publishing Poetry Prize.


www.heyclown.com ISSUE #28 POETSARTISTS 2011 PAGE #19


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