CHARTREUSE: JASON ALAN WILKINSON
Jason Alan Wilkinson is a writer living in New York. His work has appeared in a gallimaufry of literary vehicles.
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The morning came out
shitty when you left
bubbles on the skylight
me
hammering at glass
ocean-bottom living
like an animal-
cracker going
limp in the java
Robot arms finger
broad cushioned hinterlands
furnished treetops
There we beheld unfathomed symmetry
As the porch lamp fizzled
shadows drew
lurid cherubim
above the concrete:
Souped-up hotrods perambulate
maniacally,
combing the darkness
Streets expire
to a dull
hypnotic paean
tincturing my calcareous electuary
with rueful declensions
Exuberance gathered obliquely
plated the chimera with hemlock
Rumpled words there
doggedly burrow
through the sententious
discoloured vellum;
marking their
clandestine flight.
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