Jim Behrle
5 Sonnets
50.
we wish for wicked things
at the end of tonitefeelin down, dirty, and
fearing Jesus’ wrathwatch for the entrance
of love, at itsscariest, beware
its venomous chompers51.
and across the firmament
my one way out
hangs,
*
just like that
52.
eureka!
when we invented
the angelswe forgot ourselves
throw me your halo
and spatslet’s step out
and never look back53.
remind me later
of the edgeclone me
1000 timesand give me
1000 more of youon reentry: dead air, slow motion
54.
c’mon—
snow with uschange yourself into
a twisting ave.
or a door leaning
in a lonely alleywayyr. wings are tall and red
draw back your bow, etc.