Dylan Willoughby

Let vernal airs

have gone with me,
you vaine lunatiques
I have the serpent brought!

and all is a feaver and
shall be so

death ghosts death but
ghosts do not die and
the stone
weeps
but only a shadow of
fierce tears

we are a lump
of slime - what
have we conquered
that has not
so vanquished us?

converse with fire,
as you like,
you will only enter
the hull of rubble

I have a missing friend,
missing friend

 

 

Dylan Willoughby lives in the East Village, New York City. Recent poems have appeared in Can We Have Our Ball Back, Shampoo, Spinning Jenny, and Taverner's Koans.