Bryan D. Price

POEM

poem buried inside a poem buried inside a poem about poems but 
really it’s a picture of a running horse or a clump of grass not clump 
but bush maybe barrel I cannot even look at it curled up in its sheets like 
that to see is not to see but to know empirically the way that grotesque 
hand curdles shakes trembles us unto dying like the sun plunging into 
unspeakable murk this is me crumpled never running like water this is the 
last bit of it carried away on a maggoty tide of un-life its inner ear on fire 

Bryan D. Price's poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Broadkill Review, Posit, UCity Review, Diagram, and others. He lives in San Diego with his wife, a dog, and a cat named for Pina Bausch