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

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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