Drinkin' and Singin' Like Jesus

  Job whispered these ears

  into wings. They have flown

  to flipping card beat,

  known that God gambles and comes

  without knocks, that he waits

  for the weakness of your knees.

  I have spent three days on my knees

  drawing dirt circles, placing down ears

  in their safety, while Lucifer waits

  impatiently. He knows my honesty has flown

  from me and will evade me until there comes

  a time when its wings can no longer beat.

  The deity debts are great enough to beat

  my winner's streak and threaten the safety of my knees.

  Lucifer lurks in desert hills and comes

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  with a lackluster laugh and white, whetted ears.

  He brags how his expense account has flown

  him to the best brothels, how he never waits.

  He wears a plastic jacket filled with dollar bills, waits

  for the show girls and their dime-heel clicking beat.

  They are strung out thin, like ostriches who have flown

  until the ugliness has been stripped from their knees.

  He whispers insane gestures into their near positioned ears,

  delights at their open expressions, sees who comes.

  Impatient night comes

  to trade day with neon light that waits,

  winks, waits. She lures men with star hung ears

  as she hawks the blocks on her beat.

  As she and Lucifer agree on a fee, he knees

  my groin into groans & asks, "Where have daddy's angels flown?"

  My rolling eyes have flown

  to seven, throwing hope that luck comes

  to gambling souls who look for life on their knees,

  that the sorrowed sign of snake eyes waits

  to be omen for deadbeats

  and warns them when they refuse to use their ears.

  I have grown satellite ears that hear how sand has flown

  into patterns with a shifting beat. Each day comes,

  a curious better who waits for a woman's presence between my knees.

  - Kat Isacson

  If you've been reading the other poems in this collection, you may have guessed that the Sestina is my favorite type of form poem...I love that instead of an AB rhyme scheme, you must rotate the order of end words and it makes me write longer then I ordinarily would! Some of the other poems here started off as sestinas before they hit the editing table.

  Thanks so much for reading! Do you have a favorite type of poem form/structure? I'd love to hear what it is!

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