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the poetry that matters

Kevin Heaton

Kevin Heaton lives and writes in South Carolina. His chapbook, "Postcards of Faith," is at: Victorian Violet Press. His Poem: "Gastropoda," appeared in Foliate Oak, Best of The Best, 2010. His chapbook, "Measured Days," will be released from Heavy Hands Ink, January, 2011. He formerly published Country Music in Oklahoma. His work has appeared in: Elimae, Nibble, Pirene's Fountain, Counterexample Poetics, Calliope Nerve, Bananafish, and many others.

                                                              Aeolus’ Vengeance

                                                                       
Mannford, Oklahoma–
                                                                                                       1984

                                            A cyclone sister’s half- mile wide ample ass
                                          follows The Yellow Brick Road to Oz through
                                         flatlands path of least resistance in ebony Malt-
                                           O-Meals boiling brew of swirling, chugging,
                                              locomotion tractor-pulled hell at Satan’s
                                              impish tribute to revenge against Mother
                                                  Nature’s Holstein heifers and wind-
                                                    plucked Plymouth Rocks bareback
                                                     on a silo funnels wounded copter
                                                        ride reading history books in
                                                         roll desks airmailed to other 
                                                          districts beside levitating
                                                           buses and riding mowers
                                                           skydiving without chutes
                                                            high atop cars adorning
                                                             tall Sycamores as yule
                                                              ornaments pass soda
                                                               straws sucking sap
                                                                stuck in Elm trees
                                                                 and blue hairs
                                                                  set eyebrow
                                                                  snatched on
                                                                  amen pews
                                                                  while wall
                                                                 cloud war
                                                                 locks and
                                                               squall line
                                                               hags do
                                                             the devil
                                                           dance of
                                                         demons
                                                        inside
                                                      the w
                                                    hirl
                                                 ing
                                              der
                                           vis
                                        h 
                                                                    

 


    

Tomorrow’s Hopes

Day star seraphs
wrap sanctity
around
pubescent tongues

Cat’s eye visions
wink laser beams
through
dream prisms

capturing        the essence
squandered under bridges
pouring          glass stages
beneath nubile water nymphs
pollinating     fruits of conquest
shattering      clay walls
scattering       Jericho shards
over potter’s fields
                                   







Superb Lyrebird


Shy
                                 wary
Tasmanian troubadour—
rapturous lyre musician
                             cantata
composer—
cantor of
strong song sex exchange
                       played on
thinner          inner strings.
Blurry
       winged
               euclaypt
                     forest
                          dodging
crustaceous
       myriapod
              invertebrate
                        snatcher
           master of mimicry.








Sins of the Fathers


An adder’s tongue gleeks

venom gloss on lips that kiss

a harlot’s breast in satin

covered brothel beds saliva

stained with Judas’ breath

shadow lit by fang trimmed

lamps filled with tainted

flubber oil stored in urns

of kaolin clay mined

from verdant poppy valleys

fertilized by unknit bones

singing echo David psalms.






               
May The Saints Preserve
                             
the electorate

Behold the fatted sheep,unshorn
fed on forbs
and
bulgar wheat
who sport a sullied, woven fleece
led by rams down coffin planks
willing
gleeful
bleating
sheared
abattoir stunned, and gutted
butcher-boned
sweetened
salt preserved
mutton chopped,
and
rendered.

                                                                                                                                         Feb 23, 2011 Bookmark and Share