Ticket For A Trance
Daniel Edward Moore


Making art makes me feel
                                 out of control,
                                      in a ticket for a trance kind of way.
 
The ways eyes need foreplay
                                  and a thesaurus needs words
                                              to spill at the end of a line-break’s
 
erection, bursting into flames
                                   on the prairie’s white page.
                                        Calamity is certain for my heart again,
 
if it can’t play the drum
                             or say the word red or smuggle hallelujahs
                                                          past the guard dogs in my mind.
 
Making art makes me feel
                           like a Buddhist bouncer
                                       with a mouth full of pepper spray mantras.

About the Author: Daniel Edward Moore’s poems have been published in journals such as: American Literary Review, The Spoon River Poetry Review, River Styx, Rattle, Western Humanities Review, Mid-American Review, Columbia Journal of Arts and Literature and others. He has poems forthcoming in Prairie Winds Literary Journal, Badlands Literary Journal, Broad Street Magazine, Common Ground Review, Glint Literary Journal, Compose Literary Journal, Tule Review and The American Journal of Poetry. He lives in Washington on Whidbey Island where he is working on his first book of poems, “Waxing The Dents.” Visit Daniel here. 

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