Sean J. Mahoney

 

 

 

A Tangle of Mangroves

 

A belly flower, a flower filled with popcorn and

The enticement of fucked pollens. Sugar my

Candy sweet one, thread together chains

Of your Kindle, of crusty lights with which we

Shall wrap our room like severed black dogs

Where upper ends chew tissue & the bottoms

Simply flop down behind desks or your bent legs;

For you side-sleep, a narcoleptic tic like a sheet

Of marble sleeps upon wooden supports or hewn

Ridges carved precision-like into mountainsides

Soon drawing fluids out of a deep-throated earth.

 

This a fiddling dance fashioned under water

In a tangle of mangroves, seduction of left-

Over movements and right assumptions

About just how deep watering holes do go.

 

 

 

 

Sean J. Mahoney © 2019