Micropoem Poems
for the Unbroken
by Rikske Kessner
O Dionysus, breaker of chains,
I sing not for the meek, the tamed, the gelded—
But for the wolves who howl against the night,
Who tear the velvet lies from rotting thrones!
The poets now are eunuchs, lisping hymns
To hollow gods of equity and dust—
But we, the few, drink deep the blood-red wine,
And laugh as cowards beg for kinder chains!
looking glass
by Rikske Kessner
does breaking mirrors
really alter my features?
looking glass-cripple
call-e-queue
by Rikske Kessner
sat down to fingernail drum rolls
staring blandly at desk's habitat
paperclips give chase at loosened
leaves blown by climate control
sporadic demi-flight staggering
across a well-appointed bedroom
for the Unbroken
by Rikske Kessner
O Dionysus, breaker of chains,
I sing not for the meek, the tamed, the gelded—
But for the wolves who howl against the night,
Who tear the velvet lies from rotting thrones!
The poets now are eunuchs, lisping hymns
To hollow gods of equity and dust—
But we, the few, drink deep the blood-red wine,
And laugh as cowards beg for kinder chains!
looking glass
by Rikske Kessner
does breaking mirrors
really alter my features?
looking glass-cripple
call-e-queue
by Rikske Kessner
sat down to fingernail drum rolls
staring blandly at desk's habitat
paperclips give chase at loosened
leaves blown by climate control
sporadic demi-flight staggering
across a well-appointed bedroom
