Devin Patrick McCarthy was 18 years old (at the time of this poem’s submission) and had lived in Oregon all of his life. Devin says, “I have traveled into Canada and Mexico and hope to attend the imfamous “Jack Kerouac School of Disenbodied Poetics” in Denver in the upcoming year.
If there is one thing that Devin could say about writing it would be, “You must fall in love with words.”
Kiss
The third eye
dances on plastic plate
and sees me in the otherside.
The down ward slope of lips
then up
until an impasse;
two ships,
the night half dissolved,
drift into one ocean,
like new baked bread
rising in its
sweet, heavy scent,
like knowing you love silence
and here again your lips