Vents

I smell your cologne or perfume,
You wear both. (Unlovely, the calling. Desirous.)
The balloon of air pushes from your body
(Divine. Deciduous. Making out)
The words. Open tiny, transitions from gas to light.
Is this radio divine?
Within the dead, what remains is (soul, sea, seminar)
Without a y. Without a map.
Attic vents discharge you.
You bury your catharsis
rhyme on station EXIT right. Stage
(Fright. Freight. Fein.) Vents. Vents. Pitching tents.
Passerby inside / outside tent.
I see "dear" , gas to lighter. From mouth: hot air.
(Pressure, sea, undertow)




J. Michael Wahlgren is author of Silent Actor (Bewrite, 2008) & three chapbooks. Forthcoming work can be found in elimae, Whiskey Island Magazine & Barn Owl Review.