JUKE
JOINT
Still-Dreamt
Timidly from the woods
you came,
frost asters growing larger,
learning to love the music
of secret contrivances
and the howlings
of orange marmalade.
Lower your voice
for the deciphering to begin;
follow me
into a chapel of contemplation
where I can
reflect on a sky raining hay
and connect the freckles
and flaws
of your most intimate skin.
There’s nothing heroic
in pretending this isn’t us—
the briefest stretch of fools,
fatal experiments
inhabiting kisses
both lyrical and unrefined,
white-knuckling
not just for the fragility
of survival,
but for this—
an overture of transcendence
in a single note,
a floral spray
of lavender reflections
clipped
to an unsigned card;
a celebration of dead flowers
for all we never were—
futilities of togetherness
tossed
in still-dreamt pieces.
Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL, USA with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage. He is a three-time Pushcart, Best of the Net and Best of the Web nominee whose work has appeared in more than a thousand publications.