"Aortic Moon" by Sean McGarragle

You doctor the skies with grace
Fickle sun
You are nothing more than groundhog holes

Aortic Moon
Coagulated mystery
My tongue rolls your purgatory sand

Aortic Moon
You are good from far but far from good
You'd steal my last breath if you could
Turn me into David
You Medusa, are the true Helen
A thousand ships...
Find me one who has not suffered;
Become cacti
In a mini mall; on a mountain; in a space shuttle
because of your scalpel stare

It's you who put the shhhhhhhhh....
In the pre-mature nursery of our minds.

Sean McGarragle is the national slammaster for the Vancouver Poetry Slam, a sitting board member for the Spoken Word Arts Network, the current chair for Spocan: a collection of spoken word series organizers within Canada and the founder of the West Coast Poetry Festival, the Bolts of Fiction Literary Association and a board member of the Vancouver Poetry House.

Sean has toured festivals, series and schools in Canada and parts of the United States as a spoken word artist and storyteller and has shared stages with spoken word stalwarts such as Lillian Allen, Shane Koyczan, Ken Mitchell, Dwayne Morgan, Andrea Thompson and Sheri-D Wilson.