Reocurring Dream
I unscrew my head
and with it
bowl a strike,
a blind and violent
act of something
finally being solved.
The pins perform
their break dance.
Descending
from the dark,
machinery hums and sets
the problem
back to right.
I unscrew my head
and with it
bowl a strike,
a blind and violent
act of something
finally being solved.
The pins perform
their break dance.
Descending
from the dark,
machinery hums and sets
the problem
back to right.
Mark Jackley lives in the foothills of northwestern Virginia. His poems have appeared in Fifth Wednesday, Sugar House Review, Natural Bridge, and other journals. His recent book of poetry Many Suns Will Rise is available from Main Street Rag Publishing.