Poetry by Tara Lynn Hawk
Elsewhere - A Liar’s Sonnet, Deconstructed
You make me desire an escape to some abandoned
Perhaps even doomed landscape lunar
Where nature rests in its own quiet before the renewing
The mother dining on her afterbirth
You make me strive for an excuse
For the ever present sense of disaster
That pervades our coupling in muddy ditch
As if I wanted it to be so misery soaked
You make me inclined to experience
An epiphany of release of reason
Of the lullaby chant of the sweat soaked sheets
From this liar’s dance
You make me grasp in desperation
Hands sore red with tattered nail beds
For the trees the sand and I feel
That I should be in this elsewhere
Most, if not all, of the time
You make me desire an escape to some abandoned
Perhaps even doomed landscape lunar
Where nature rests in its own quiet before the renewing
The mother dining on her afterbirth
You make me strive for an excuse
For the ever present sense of disaster
That pervades our coupling in muddy ditch
As if I wanted it to be so misery soaked
You make me inclined to experience
An epiphany of release of reason
Of the lullaby chant of the sweat soaked sheets
From this liar’s dance
You make me grasp in desperation
Hands sore red with tattered nail beds
For the trees the sand and I feel
That I should be in this elsewhere
Most, if not all, of the time
Tara Lynn Hawk is a poet and artist, the author of poetry chapbooks Rhetorical Wanderlust and The Dead. Born in northern California, Tara has traveled extensively and lived in Europe, the United Kingdom and the western United States. Her work has appeared in Occulum, Spelk, Rasputin, Anti-Heroin Chic, Uut, The Cabinet of Heed, Wanton Fuckery, Midnight Lane Gallery, Idle Ink, Spilling Cocoa, Poethead, Social Justice Poetry and more. taralynnhawk.com
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