Kameron Ray Morton

after Veronika Dianišková

Knick-knacks rim my story.
Skip past gender, pause at voices.
Lap at edges side by side.
Gatekeepers decry bougie
zen tchotchkes, crimes of my
summer view. Present
curses with overtones of love.
Preside in caves that vibrate. 
Bats roar at puddled kudzu.
My fumbles deluge. The cause
prospers at the cost of Saturn.
Kiss the paths you never rode on,
pass judgement. Vibrance
substitutes the omnipotence of
time. Ringing bells of jasper stone,
roses croon under dirt.
Knives sound a strained note.

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This poem originally appeared in the print magazine Western Humanities Review.

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