‘I love to watch your sleeping face’
I love to watch your sleeping face
Lying in gentle repose,
All those lines—of smiling, laughing
Crying and frowning—have departed
Leaving only your nose
Perched on top of your mouth
Like a poor tradesman,
Benighted, considering his options
His horses ran off
In the moonlight’s glow
And the surrounding woodlands crawl
With prowling bandits
Now he sits, a little slumped
Beside a slow-moving stream,
Thinking of tomorrow’s riches
Editor's Note: The writer submitted this piece to GLT before deciding to publish it in Songs for the Dead. I am posting it here as well due to my tardiness in responding to his submission. And I really dig it!
Adam Neikirk is a poet and scholar and an associate editor at Muscaliet Press. He received his PhD in Creative Writing from the University of Essex in 2023. Adam’s research interests include prosody, the philosophy of literary reading, and the occult. He has published a chapbook entitled Songs for the Dead (2016) and a pamphlet entitled Itchy (2022). Adam’s critical writings have appeared in various journals, including the Coleridge Bulletin and the European Romantic Review. Follow him on Twitter @tweets4thedead
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