Two Poems by Miggy Angel

The Portal

Day, and its falling through

itself. Trailing the legion particles

of morning, uncountable

tentacles of noontime. London,

transmutation in moon-blue.

Stone transistor broadcasting

alchemical spells, and you

its loyal receptacle. Curriculum

of metropolitan delirium

in bruise-hue at hound hour.

Studious, observe in abeyance

this detritus syllabus. Pupil

with pupils ablaze, kindling

like tulips. Death and its

diaphanous trick. From the vault

came a voice, no mouth. Spoken

lexicon of light. Sapphire

hieroglyphs, phosphorous

hexagons crown conurbation

in cyan. Eyes, opals.

Portals, open. Listen.

Ultraviolet

Sleep is a pristine state. Hypodermic lamb

leaping the gate of the skin. Love

is a phantom limb, always

itching. The tenements attuned

our antennae to the testimonies

of the territory. Borough was a bow

for the arrow of childhood.

No gauze for the lost cause

of your days. Saliva mirrors

quicksilver. When you open the home

of torso, or so they say, organs

resemble almonds adorning

the abattoir floor. Past ultraviolet

walk far enough into darkness, until

your body is enveloped in night, and

          you will never be photographed again. 

Miggy Angel is the author of the poetry collections Grime Kerbstone Psalms, published by Celandor Books - Extreme Violets, published by Hi Vis Press - and Boy, Bestiary forthcoming from Ice Floe Press in Autumn 2019. Miggy is the editor and founder of Burning House Press.