
Darkstar - Jozef Cain
incense burning
ashes falling
tea is brewing
orange clock ticking
in the futon touring
Sirius for the rest —
pill bottle overturned
hands and legs strewn
blanket-cold-sweat-body-pressed
a warm pulse slowly
exalting sanguine streams
eyes in back of head
all the while
the kettle screams—
—pieces of everything —
puzzling ponderance
nowhere;
everywhere;
somewhere
in rural Canada
crying out for touch
ignoring any sign —
reading misanthropic
clutch-ing
books of disdain
for corporeal time—
the need to stack
stuff on top
of other stuff
to save space —
can’t eat the cake
and have the cake
dimly lit yellow room
breathing ape.
© Jozef Cain 2025
Below is a list of poetry contests to check out:
The Adrienne Rich Award for Poetry
THE POETRY INTERNATIONAL PRIZE
The Peseroff Prize Poetry Contest
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