Oblivion is warm
and the dreams it inspires
crackle open
like they’ve been shaken.
Springtime
melting, the icing
collapses into the cake.
Wide open gorges
pass down
the echoes and shrieks
of a ferocious elegance
and then
in the dirt, they sit
and they boil. The wasted future
curls its finger
in a “come here” motion. Not shackled
nor enlivened by possibility,
but shackled and enlivened
in an entirely new way—in fire,
in obliteration,
a burning
both focused and entropic
that crackles into small pieces
which hold
precariously together.
—
From Icewalker & Dirtworm–published by Community Mausoleum.
Buy the chapbook here.
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Eric Wallgren is a writer and musician living in Chicago. He is the author of the poetry chapbook, Icewalker & Dirtworm (Community Mausoleum, 2024). His writing has appeared in Prelude, G*Mob, Maudlin House and elsewhere. His Album, Sour Moon, Electric Waves, was released independently in 2023.
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