against the many leaves & broken
twitching scintilla on asphalt.
Jumping
car roofs &
back to the
street in flakes
of glowing dandruff.
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pasted to the midnight wall
filling soft the room as if inhaling
a flicker of almost blue.
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across the bed;—A Flood of Honey—
what must happen when god looks
anywhere for too long.
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stuck
in
window-pane
rose-gold;
frosted as a
partial thought.
Jordan Ranft
Author
Jordan Ranft is a California Bay Area native. His poetry has appeared in ‘Rust+Moth,’ ‘Midway,’ ‘(b)oink,’ and here. He has worked as an arts/culture and music writer for The East Bay Express, Sacramento News & Review, and Brokeassstuart.com. He’s at a point in his life where a lot of his favorite musicians are also his friends. It is delightful. Follow him on twitter, or don’t.
