Poetry by Dustin Orin Talley |


Here they are
Spread across pages
Laid out like car parts on a concrete floor.
In lesser hands they mean little,
In yours they mean much more.
Explanations and feelings
Of love dead
Of love just born.
Stories of Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner
Of your drunk husband.
Of your sister, the whore.
These things hide between words that lay like leaches
Like car parts on a concrete floor
Just waiting for you to build something
Something to carry you away
Or anchor you right where you are.

Dustin Orin Talley is a poet and novelist who lives and works in Chapel Hill North Carolina. His poetry has been published both online and in print, but his work is found easiest at www.Dustinorintalley.com.