The Wichita Doctors Are Restless
written by: Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
@LiveMagNYC
Still waiting to be overturned, we cornered
the market on nervous green energy.
Twister alley, your black robes flare.
Your artificial prayers plague the prairies.
Hold me close, under the hanging tree,
oh, deputy of the pellet court.
Night builds its nest on the window’s brow.
Abraham Lincoln is out trick or treating.
The braindead fall for the gag rule,
like unhinged leaves in a leaf chain store.
Like the fall of the Roman Umpire.
A white pumpkin spoofs my bookshelf.
You’re running late and message me.
Crazy love is simply, the icing on the gravy.
Jeffrey Cyphers Wright received his MFA after studying with Allen Ginsberg. A self-described New Romantic poet, he is also a publisher, art and literary critic, eco-activist, impresario, filmmaker, and artist. He is author of 19 books of verse, including Blue Lyre and Party Everywhere. Recent work appears in the anthologies Best American Poetry; NYC Insiders; and Contemporary Surrealist and Magical Realist Poetry. His latest work, a book of sonnets and artwork called Doppelgängster, Self Portraits in a Funhouse Mirror is from MadHat Press. Wright publishes Live Mag! He received a James Tate Award and a Kathy Acker Award for publishing and writing. You can see his puppet shows on Youtube.
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