the blood moon, songs sung to infants, all digital
media, even the sound of a train far off
either distant or in memory, are wild
as untaxed capital gains, beyond our commodified
speech, wild as the joker and the suicide king,
riotous and nocturnal, innocently corybantic.
What are the syllables, the visible forms,
the happiest of beings? I wake in the night too
in fear of what my daughter’s world might be…
John 10:30 (KJV) I and my father are one?
Verses show their argument to be false
and the cult of the book as authoritative.
Does this say wood drake instead of duck for a reason?
All the evidence turns out to be passages. When
it falls on impermanence instead I too am free...
David Wyman's first poetry collection Proletariat Sunrise was published by Kelsay Books in 2017. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in BlazeVox, Clockwise Cat, Dissident Voice, Picaroon Poetry, Tuck Magazine and The Voices Project among other publications. He's a fan of Karl Marx, jazz guitar and the visionary poetry of William Blake. He lives in Massachusetts where he teaches American Literature and Composition at Mount Wachusett Community College.
"In a culture where visionary becomes synonymous/with consumption, Proletariat Sunrise is the antidote. This is a beautiful, rewarding book that will bring you as far as the mind/can reach." —Jess Mynes, author of One Anthem
