Declensions
You were nebula and I am iris: So the procession of interludes declines Into alchochoden, the nadir of landscape, Shoaled beneath tides of light and lightness. You were beloved around the round world; I Am recognized in cellars and jazz clubs. Voodoo, Ju-ju, gris-gris, bone and feather, provoked Our first lunations and our fierce declensions. You are the gibbous moon, and I am the lobster; By such errors we pricked those increments To scuttle by claw-scuff, tracking across the salt pan, White plain under the white plan of the moon. You: earth, smoke. I: sextant. Extant. Navigation bends like a saxophone.
Paul Christian Stevens was born in Yorkshire, England but lives in Australia, where he teaches literature. He has published poems and prose in print and pixel, most recently in Shakespeare's Monkey Revue, The Literary Bohemian, The HyperTexts, New Verse News, Umbrella, Lucid Rhythms, and Autumn Sky Poetry. He edits The Chimaera literary miscellany and The Flea occasional broadside. This is Paul‘s second appearance in The Centrifugal Eye.