Rapture, Polarized by Brett Jones

Rapture, Polarized


The air was wet with tadpoles,

the night heady with flame.

A broken staircase

yearned footfall.


Candle ate moth / Dark ate light.


Ten-thousand magnetic steeples

reversed poles and pulled

a rusted chain of dissidence

into hell’s gate with nitrous hiss.


Light ate dark / Bug ate zapper.


Petrified earth cried:

“Sky, what has entered me?”

nothing had penetrated rock before,

nothing ever burned by magnified glass.



Flaccid oceans.

Highway clots.

Tattooed eyeballs.

Opiate mountains.


Brett Jones


Brett Jones is a casual admirer of many things, but never a hobbyist.


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