phantom angst
i'm basking in a pool of light a torrid
self exposure immolation of
the spirit fire to wipe the planet clean
of blighted artifacts of greed oh please
sterility of armageddon smoke
to choke the huffing gods quintessence nonsense
// cardinal in the evergreen out back
a living ember pretty sure it's Dad
but I won't spook him with a cellphone snap
// this phantom angst you conjure warps your thought
oh angel i would die to hold your hand
here in this faded earthly palace bashful
fingers interlaced two pale fat spiders
making love connected & content
~
Thomas Zimmerman (he/him/his) teaches English and directs the Writing Center at Washtenaw Community College in Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA. His poems have appeared recently in Cold Signal, TrashLight Press, and Trouvaille Review. His latest poetry book is My Night to Cook (Cyberwit, 2024).
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