Elegy for a Time Freak
I burn sundials on the moon.
Other time freaks are crating the ashes,
naming them all for all their frozen days.
At night, I know my true wish list
is a crater full of rum, a dark
breed of whiskey flowering like stars.
At work, you can trust my lighters
and rolling flints. The noon shadow
on my next bonfire is favoring silver
like a thunder-cloud to brood the Dead Sea.
There are no ratty scrolls here, nor heaven.
Clyde Kessler has been published in Silver Blade, Now and Then, Clapboard House, Rose Red Review, and Cortland Review. He lives in Radford, VA with his wife Kendall and their son Alan.