Sean Bolton
Sean Bolton received an MFA in Creative Writing, Poetry from Arizona State University. He currently teaches in the English Department at Santa Fe College. He has previously published poems in journals such as Mad Hatters’ Review, The Gambler, and Line+Stars. His chapbook, A Passion, was published by Gold Wake Press.
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The Alien
Research has pierced all extremes of my sex
                                                            —David Bowie
In-sonic symphonic
auricle and prosthetic
harmony and bane
               beat-down
derelicted gods perversion
plowed for trance
Mark to deploy gilt
rebels on grids of chain
raped to rhapsody
in turn ruptured
to respire grit-beleaguered
insulate insolent in silence laid
Idiot age boring rage
flexing at mirrors decayed
this desert bleeds money
disaffected auto-deflected
lifetimes in analytics
a-waste endeavoring
drink to apprehend
to love is not to drown
With Name
Burn down I from entropy, gut
and ghost. Tribute the intruder –
trash witness what name without
mind. Instead extend beyond
fragment: a blade’s edge
cannot be cut. Time moves
through name like a thrust of
breath into blood. Insist
to incise, fine defense for
shedding dust life fucked
for reason’s sake. Past
all of pretty rhyme a rose is not
name nor this parade of signs
in incremental waste. One word
to purge image in annihilation.
Sean Bolton received an MFA in Creative Writing, Poetry from Arizona State University. He currently teaches in the English Department at Santa Fe College. He has previously published poems in journals such as Mad Hatters’ Review, The Gambler, and Line+Stars. His chapbook, A Passion, was published by Gold Wake Press.