The Ambition of Dusk

In a simple sweater, a jawline like a lyric, is the ambition of dusk.

Against the aquarium of stars.

A simple ghost, like a pair of bashful feet in the corner.

The high wires of power lines, the moon like a spool with no thread.

Words in a notebook, coil bound, from the drugstore, do angels tattoo humans on their arms?

A jawline like a stampede, an aquarium of ghosts.

7 thoughts on “The Ambition of Dusk”

yassy says:

, do angels tattoo humans on their arms? Eeeeee that set me thinking.

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March 5, 2020 at 11:46 am Reply
1. naivehaircuts says:
  
  Thanks!!
  
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  March 5, 2020 at 1:40 pm Reply
  1. yassy says:
    
    Welcome
    
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    March 5, 2020 at 1:47 pm
Shaun Jex says:

“the aquarium of stars” and “an aquarium of ghosts” are such remarkable phrases, the kind you just want to roll around on your tongue for awhile. As is, “the ambition of dusk”

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March 5, 2020 at 1:45 pm Reply
1. naivehaircuts says:
  
  Thanks!!
  
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  March 5, 2020 at 1:49 pm Reply
Andy says:

Jawline going from lyric to stampede, stars turning to ghosts. Every image in this poem is stark and powerful.

This is a home run.

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March 6, 2020 at 1:01 pm Reply
1. naivehaircuts says:
  
  Thank you!
  
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  March 8, 2020 at 11:51 am Reply