five poems
by K. Fern Lauth
Leviathan
Such dense austere solemnity
In her glacial state
Her frozen skin paralyzes the atmosphere
A brief sliver of life and light
Exists between the white silences
Gravitational force
Morbid wonder
Beckons me beneath
Low below, lo and behold
Muted impulses, abstractions, peculiar vision
(Nearly frozen too)
Slow rotation inspires hope of access
My mind’s heart quickens
Before equinox manifest
The icy waters (of my latent self)
Siphoned by the colossus
Without remorse, with such harsh neutrality
To nourish herself
To deprive me; To spare me
From the shore, I miniscule
At the edge of the unfathomable depth
A quiet fury grows
I seek what is mine
Giant beware, I hunt you
Obsession
Do I remember me
Incantations, sunrise prayers
Worship of La Platas
Before I saw dead bodies
In Alexandria
Involution and cannibalism
To follow
Terminally unique
So un-uniquely terminated
Now seeking, starving
I tear my brain from my skull
Shake it violently to the
Silent, watchful night sky
Like Bella, I must go punch
That baby
Bottom Prayer
Gripped in my hands
Arms extended
The sun bleached femur
My body so weary
The head so heavy
(bowed)
I recite the prayer
Silently
Eyes closed
(The closest I will ever be to…)
The sadness
Distilled
To memories siphoned
To the knife’s edge
(Images of aromatic teal)
She watches with smoldering eyes
From the shadow of the oaks
(F is that you?)
The landscape crumbles
The sky melts
(It was always just an illusion)
My brace
(For the phantom embrace)
I worry, I worry
I am not worthy
Bolano
That is where
I crawled
out
of
the
Navel of the earth
To throw my tantrums
To be held firmly by its fist
To gaze at the bruised purple sky
Hush
Through the breath
Of Athena
Our bodies ascend
I remember her smell
The shape of her anger
Sunrise casting shy shadows
The oscillations paint
Our history, our future
My garments flow with iridescence
Breath held
The wave crashes, deafens
Hush
Photo of K. Fern Lauth
BIO: K. Fern Lauth is a shy, secretly surrealist bard. She has an interest in exploring the expansive nature of the conscious and subconscious, the peculiar boundaries of those states, the truth that those discoveries reveals, and how it unites us all. When not narcissistically writing free form poetry, she spends her time attempting to be a redeemable human and with her beloved muse, her Zebra.