Issue 3:
Water
Janet I. Buck
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Rushing Gushing Liberty
The Alcatraz of bars for bones.
Stoned by cripple’s wicked sling.
Stained inside beyond reproach.
Will, a simple carousel
returning baggage scarred by strife.
You define a freedom rite
as Ferris wheels on summer days--
breezes pruning back your hair
like shrubs of racing tumbleweeds.
Mine is in a metered pool
where pain retracts its mercury.
In liquid, I’m a hand of Aces
clearing stacks of poker chips.
Climbing mountains with my arms,
I swim the miles I cannot run.
Aqua’s liberty in waves,
denim jeans that stretch
around the hips they kiss
like seals sliding over rocks.
A carrot that returns to life
from soaking in a water bath,
I sail among a school of sharks,
smell their blood instead of mine.
Legs are bullets in a chamber
sealed off from Hell they cause.
~Janet I. Buck
Janet's poetry appears on the internet in over 200 publications. Calamity's Quilt, her new collection published by Newton's Baby, will be in bookstores this fall. Email.
© 1999 by Janet I. Buck. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 23, 2002.