A Gray Space While you sleep, I hover with bats in counterfeit rays of light gathering secreted remnants from the tumescent underbelly of suburban privilege. Plundering crows flinch-back the impending horizon & curse the feckless approach of a boastful juggernaut; heckling me from my night post. Blithesome wing- powers sandman frenzy from my eyes, & whisk cobwebs from my pleas for forgetfulness. We tryst on goose down behind foiled sun, where pilfered dreams cache, & better natured angels daybreak.
Kevin Heaton is originally from Kansas and Oklahoma, and now lives and writes in South Carolina. His work has appeared in a number of publications including: Guernica, Rattle, Raleigh Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, The Adroit Journal, and The Monarch Review. He is a Best of the Net, Best New Poets, and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee.