Interrupting the mind
can be deliverance.
Every navy seal in me
tells me this is real,
this is how little drummer boy
gets to be front page news.
I want to be front page news.
The best and worst of me
splattered on faces
in America, a chosen accessory
of those who need to make
sharp things shine.
A butcher house tune or
is that a nursery rhyme?
A thousand miles from some place
safer than a burning barn,
selling the future on tables of wood
glowing with hammers and nails.
Daniel Edward Moore’s poems have been published in journals such as: The Spoon River Poetry Review, Rattle, Columbia Journal, New South, and others. He has poems forthcoming in Weber Review, Broad Street, 2 Bridges Review, The Tule Review, The Good Men Project and The Chaffin Journal.
He lives in Washington on Whidbey Island. His recent book, “Confessions Of A Pentecostal Buddhist," can be found on Amazon. His work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
Visit Daniel at Danieledwardmoore.com
