The City of Tacoma and Puget Sound Poetry Presents
The Distinguished Writer Series
August 11th, 2017 7:00 p.m.
Kings Bookstore, 218 St. Helens, Tacoma WA
Featured Reader: Summer Barnett
I wake up in a technicolor dream.
The crowd passes by my window
and I feel the throbbing pulse and pressure
of their feet across cobblestone.
I feel it rub like a purr in my throat
and I run to join them.
I march, not knowing where I am going--
except that it is forward...
and that other people are going there too.
The crowd marches on--
against the afternoon light.
We march together,
submerged in a colorful blindness,
in tuneless music
that echos in the tasteless,
sour, silence, and curdles,
into the silent drone of centuries.
As we march in circles over the sand,
we watch the sun set,
watch it bleed down the sky
like runny watercolors,
into a pale and sleepless night.
Our scripted laughter whistles
from high in our throats
and rings in our empty skulls
like a shotgun blast and then
I hear a soft whicker in the night.
The filly stands,
a pale shadow of light against dark.
Sweet air fills her nostrils as she breaths
against the palm of my hand.
her pale body spotted with dark,
like a cratered moon against the night.