jon wesick




Every first glance, each kiss
contains the tears of parting.
The thrill of warm flesh
a sloth hanging from the branch of dullness.
Even if you avoid scorpion words
and venomous stares, death’s razor
will         still      cut.
Will you hide your heart in a bunker
subsisting on stale air and frozen food
until a golden immortal
opens some phantom door?
The ancients
knew the futility of loving spirits.
To be a true lover
you must kiss the rushing train
hold hands with the June bug
adore the lightning’s flash
long after the purple spot
disappears from your eye

Jon Wesick has published over a hundred poems in small press journals such as Pearl, Pudding, Slipstream, Asinine Poetry, Cherry Blossom Review, Colere, Edgz, The Magee Park Anthology, Mannequin Envy, Midway Journal, The New Verse News, Raving Dove, R-KV-R-Y, The San Diego Poetry Annual, Still Crazy, Straylight, Sunken Lines,  Tidepools, Urthona, and others. His chapbooks have won honorable mentions twice in the San Diego Book Awards. His poem, “Bread and Circuses,” won second place in the 2007 African American Writers and Artists contest.


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