Jesse Miksic
This is the key to open
the monkey’s mouth
the screaming fire
the glacier rider
issuing us his dire signs —
extended digits
making mad designs
This key is a crypt,
a rotary shock
of animation in our
viral eyes — an exponential
consensus of notches,
a grand harangue
of solid states all
falling into place
Its place is
molar, sinusoidal,
ostrich feather,
a hinge convulsing
in the weather
a fish with ears,
a man with paws,
divergent
mockery
of your
highest laws
A mask that rises
through the harvest
from the Simiiformal
seed beneath — and how
the chorus begs
for him to
taste us
while we
count
his teeth.
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Jesse Miksic is a graphic designer and writer living in Peekskill, New York. He spends his life writing poetry, nursing unfinished projects, and having adventures with his wonderful wife and daughter. Recent and forthcoming placements include Heron Tree, Drunk Monkeys, Liminality, Praxis Magazine Online, and others.