SurVision Magazine
An international online magazine
that publishes Surrealist poetry in English.
Issue Fourteen
ANDREW WEATHERLY
purple rust
the purple rust of my shack exfoliating,
dreaming of fresh skin: a new day in an old
hope. it's eyes seeking out which now is up,
which here is present. but the gods shrug
amused harassed by prayer and edifices
irrelevant to the beast snoring the colosseum:
sand ground into its hideous hide; even as, the
groundhog turns cuddling in its borough, winter
or spring, snow or rain. no matter what is slain
today is dust tomorrow—scratched away in our
itch, swept up in our disdain, forgotten in the
garbage—us holding the tab for the dry cleaning
shop that left us too blind to see the psoriasis of
our hopes desperately balancing the surface of
the mad itch we ride scratching the surface
Andrew Weatherly lives in Asheville, North Carolina. His poems appear in Axe Factory, Visitant, Cordite, BlazeVox, the Literary Nest, Delta Poetry, Blue Lake Review, and Inlandia, and are due to be published in Clockwise Cat and Evening Universe.
