Simon Perchik ~ The Silence the Dead Adore

Wobbling on rocks and salt
scented with little goodbyes
–you’re drowning in wood

–don’t fool yourself, this door
can’t save you now, it’s filled
with corners still into the turn

already seawater and on the way down
a warm face though talk won’t come
is hiding in back your mouth

naked, afraid your lips will move
as the silence the dead adore
without leaving the room.

 

Simon Perchik is an attorney whose poems have appeared in Partisan Review, Forge, Poetry, Osiris, The New Yorker and elsewhere. His most recent collection is The B Poems published by Poets Wear Prada, 2016. For more information, including free e-books, his essay titled “Magic, Illusion and Other Realities” please visit his website at http://www.simonperchik.com.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s