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Ephram Pratt Poems By Jack e Lorts


Ephram Pratt Unties the Umbilical Cord of Silence

No longer does
he know the answers

he knew in earlier times,
in the time

of spotted lizards
on the horizon,

during the days
of warfare

His life crosses

slowly into the shadows
of a silence

heard only
by the trees

clustered about his feet,
reigning in the

wilderness of nightfall,
in the rooms

classified as winsome
and kept tied together

by an umbilical cord
of dark velvet.

          Ephram Pratt Entertains a Night of Glass

Philodendrons asleep
on the counter top,

rising & falling
like miniature elves

in a game of chess,
chasing small

imaginary creatures
into the silence

of a thousand illuminations.
Let the effects

of lantern windows
enlighten the caves

and closets
of shoulder length shadows,

standing dormant
in an invisible orchard of glass,

like broken totems
falling from the sky

filling a diorama
of ill begotten votaries. 

Ephram Pratt Enters a Vapidity of Evil

                                                            Inured of a vapidity
                                                            lining the side streets
                                                            of a divine abyss,
                                                            the Ambassador to Valhalla

                                                            counts the limbs
                                                            found lining

                                                            the streets of
                                                            a negative slander,

                                                            the alleyways
                                                            standing vacant

                                                            as window dressing,
                                                            as birdshot

                                                            blanketing the
                                                            brocaded nightmares

                                                            of a silent dawn
                                                            sifting slowly

                                                            into a slippery
                                                            afternoon of evil.      

Ephram Pratt Sings of the Darkness

                                    Freshly mown
                                    like invisible grass

                                    closing in on the horizon,       
                                    week by week
                                    and hour by hour,
                                    the libertine voyeurs

                                    linger in the darkness
                                    like starlings

                                    diving into deep pools
                                    of snow birds,

                                    bristling with agitation,
                                    growling in tiny

                                    voices of distain.
                                    Let them imitate

                                    weddings taking place
                                    in silence,

                                    while blue bells
                                    eat & breath

                                    in the vacant distance,
                                    illicit and glowing.

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