Sy Roth's... The moon’s light slinks away into its hidey hole

The moon’s light slinks away into its hidey hole volubly accompanied by out-of-tune-cello snorts,
and rueful peeks at the alarm clock.
Horns bleat somewhere in the curtained distance.
Those town criers bellow news to a somnolent brain.
Eyes cemented closed with a.m.’s dream glue,
the clinkety-clank of an aging body dressed Sir Gawain’s armor
rustily wakes and empties Lethe and dreams into wakefulness.
Feet flop like pimpled pancakes ready for turning to the cold floor.

Morn readies itself to mourn another day.
Crawly insects skritching to enter their
text that another day has arrived.
Rattling against the window chinks
DNA-tattooed destiny on their molting skin,
gelatinous spirals mark the calendar off.


He comes riding in and then canters out. Oftentimes, the head is bowed by reality; other times, he is proud to have said something noteworthy. Retired after forty-two years as teacher/school administrator, he now resides in Mount Sinai, far from Moses and the tablets. This has led him to find words for solace. He spends his time writing and playing his guitar.




He has been published in many online publications such as
BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitsch, Bong is Bard, The Artistic Muse, Palimpsest, Dead Snakes, Euphemism, Humanimalz Literary Journal, Ascent Aspirations, Fowl Feathered Review, Vayavya, Wilderness House Journal, Aberration Labyrinth, Mindless(Muse), Em Dash, South Townsville Micropoetry Journal, Vox Poetica, Clutching at Straws, Downer Magazine, Everyday Poems, Avalon Literary Review and Kerouac’s Dog. One of his poems, Forsaken Man, was selected for Best of 2012 poems in Storm Cycle. Also selected Poet of the Month in Poetry Super Highway, September 2012. His work was also read at Palimpsest Poetry Festival in December 2012.