Poetry from Colin Dodds

Three Poems by Colin Dodds

 (The Darkness Negotiates with Spill-O)

You can’t blame the civilizers, they did their job good—
shouting theater in a crowded fire

But our friend fled to the prophetic-perfect
unmediated night of wide lightless waking

that ruined Spill-O’s name
simply by speaking it

and left no curve of the clock unmolested,
with curious courtesy inquiring

Would you rather be farmed or hunted?
It’s all the same to me.


(Spill-O’s First Sighting)

Before it can hunt him
Spill-O hunts the alabaster alligator
beneath the cradle of a crashed plane

The brush parts and it charges—no
alligator maybe not anything—
body purple, shiny as fiberglass
like a pony dragon every surface alive as an eye
elusive and more calligraphic than organic

Its face no face no symbol nor letter
an effusion of adornment giddy glyphs edged
in glowing pearls never legible
nor quite symmetrical

It gallops past
before Spill-O can tell anything.


(Spill-O Gives Report)

A century-long shamanic operation
employing steel electricity and profane language
left us with consequences that rebuked our magic

Spill-O reappeared in the worthless hours
half-naked and half-coherent
with only one discernible report

He said he’d spoken with Them
and that They would be reasonable
the men in the van threshed from the numinous refuse
that always followed a near-breakdown

The news was a relief
Eyes half heaven and half petroleum
Spill-O begged the driver to take him back
to the wheel within the hill, if only for a minute

He said that was all the time he’d need.


Colin Dodds is a writer with several novels and books of poetry to his name. He grew up in Massachusetts and lived in California briefly, before finishing his education in New York City. Since then, he’s made his living as a journalist, editor, copywriter and video producer. Over the last seven years, his writing has appeared in more than three hundred publications, been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Best of the Net Anthology, and praised by luminaries including David Berman and Norman Mailer. Colin also writes screenplays, has directed a short film, and built a twelve-foot-high pyramid out of PVC pipe, plywood and zip ties. One time, he rode his bicycle a hundred miles in a day. He lives in New York City, with his wife and daughter. You can find more of his work at thecolindodds.com.

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