"Manifestation" and "When perfect delinquents"


Hours plough dreams
announced from
used leaves broken in their
simple colors.
They mouth product,
that sombre cliché
narrowly endeavoured
to roam streets
we share with
those occupied them—
victims sad chance
grew rich on
when spent boredoms
a world theirs
through others’ ideals
for changing.
Now the trees that line
this Autumn night
recount them dead and
gone in a square
browns and greys
shot-out from.
Marx would have had
his field day if it were
of this he’d written.



When perfect delinquents

Thrill shapes to ravish.
It bills unheard of
in kindness exhibited
preceptors of sheltered cause
and promised libations
plexities aroused
of a yearning to bother.
The day after pleads our case
and feels for a clause
they would dismiss us
our seven notes appending.
But prohibitions against
signal them outlasted
the enforcement far gone
as morality assures
of debauchery undone
in jostled truths
long held
and climbed down from
these pikes impaling.
Now they stoke as heaven insures
a victory or death
the loss pertaining
if pitched grief and broke will
unevened hearts remand in.



Andrew Cyril Macdonald

Andrew Cyril Macdonald considers the role of inter-subjectivity in poetic encounter.  He celebrates the confrontations between self and locale and the challenges that occur in moments of injustice. You can find his words in such places as A Long Story Short, Blaze VOX, Cavity Magazine, Green Ink Poetry, Mineral Lit Mag, ODD Magazine, Unique Poetry, Synchronized Chaos and Thorn.  When not writing he is busy caring for seven rescued cats and teaching a next generation of poets. Andrew recommends Covenant House.


Edited for Unlikely by Jonathan Penton, Editor-in-Chief
Last revised on Wednesday, October 20, 2021 - 22:19