Confession II
by J Michael Wahlgren © 2008
To fiddle my way back,
I could steal brine.
Come even keel with the sun.
Ever-pops, into places
unknown—
subtly crossing seeping lake:
(you can tell by its’ sequins),
slowing down
the tides. We will—
separation station,
erodes. Collective
unity poises into respect-
fulness, To fiddle
my way back,
I could steal brine.
Come even keel with the sun.J Michael Wahlgren has been published/will be published in Snow Monkey, Perspectives Magazine, Beauty/Truth, iddie, admit2 & elimae. He plays guitar for his grey & white feline in Boston, Ma where he is the editor of silent actor & The Flask Review. His first chapbook of poems entitled "Chariots of Flame" will be released by Maverick Duck Press in December.