The Works of Michael Shannon
Michael has a B.A. in writing and works as a technical writer. Michael's work has been accepted by Enigma, Steam Ticket, Down in the Dirt, The Oak, AntiMuse, Barfing Frog Press, The American Drivel Review, Transcendental Visions, Poetry Motel, The Lampshade, Cherry Bleeds , Zygote in my Coffee, Dispatch, Straylight, Lalitamba, The Cherry Blossom Review, SubtleTea, Backwards City Review, Wisconsin Review, Midway Journal, and The Foliate Oak.
All Poems © Michael Shannon
She’s coloring the world with
a plastic microscope to her eyes,
scrutinizing her tiny flaws on canvas.
that connect oceans
and foreign lands she can’t pronounce—
jumbled straits and archipelagos
lost in rumpled blue waves
under the rotund lemonade-colored sun.
It’s her real home,
her noiseless land,
unfurled under her mattress—
a place she goes when tears abound her eyes.
She constructs brown lumps of mountains
with soaring black slashes of birds
splayed in the trite-azure sky—
a bumpy knoll, a thicketed valley, an icy fjord,
anywhere where her friends
can come to abscond.
And maybe one day
she’ll live in that spot:
near the precipice,
near the sky,
distended with babies inside her,
a careless future
hidden in the mist of the ocean,
near the orthographically perfect legend,
and near the tears that fall from her eyes.
as she drove away
that summer night,
pledging to get
I held back
to embrace the
seeing her again,
I went to sleep,
with the emptiness
of my sprawling,