At The Party

by Darrell Lindsey

tequila worm faces dabble in Dali.

I depart for deeper woods,
take matches
to a snoozing clown?

watch moonbeams become the vortex of a raw swarm.

I must wait for pesky dawn roulette angels
to spin into black pockets,

try to hold these blurred poses of planet plentiful
as the sound of seventh son’s tambourine
drifts from the hysterical sea

where Van Gogh’s ear is a conch shell.

 

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Darrell Lindsey is a freelance writer/ poet/songwriter from Nacogdoches, the oldest town in Texas. He is the author of Edge Of The Pond ( Popcorn Press, 2012), and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2007. His haiku and tanka have won awards in the United States, Japan, Croatia, Bulgaria, Canada, Romania, and Poland. On the speculative poetry front, he won the 2012 Science Fiction Poetry Association Poetry Contest ( Long Form category) for his poem, ” The Fugitive.”