Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal

Faces In A Puddle

Clifford K. Watkins, Jr.


are we faces in a puddle distorted by gentle rain
what becomes of knowledge encompassed in brains
gathered for a lifetime
If only we could harness minds
unravel and rewind
maybe we hold the keys to the universe
to live afraid and unblind
ever walked in an unconscious mind
there's nothing to find
no bliss
only an underlying chasm of madness
we're all evil
twisted
and insane
little marbles rolling in an open-fire brain
angels assemble above the smothered and strangled
descending from awkward angles
birds swarm above
the tree is swaying
feathers fall on those who are praying
mocking scriptures
and cursing the skies
we can't surrender to a jar of flies

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CLIFFORD K. WATKINS, JR. is a thirty-one-year old writer/lyricist originally from High Point, North Carolina. He's been published by Ygdrasil, Oracular Tree, Prism Quarterly, and Underground Window. He currently resides in Jacksonville, Florida. Visit Clifford at www.myspace.com/rotun.

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