person Coleman Bomar, two poems

Coleman Bomar is a writer who currently resides in the mountains of East Tennessee. His works have been featured by and/or are forthcoming in 365 Tomorrows, The World of Myth Magazine, Bewildering Stories, Altered Reality, Impressions Literary Magazine, The Scarlet Leaf Review, The Heartland Review, Danse Macabre, Anti-Heroin Chic, Showbear Family Circus Liberal Arts Magazine, Rats Ass Review, Nine Muses Poetry, Plum Tree Tavern, Prometheus Dreaming, SOFTBLOW, Poets’ Choice Zine, Coughsyrup Magazine, Ethel Zine, and Terror House Magazine.


Snake’s Truth

A rare yet prevalent
Rural southern ritual

The snake shaking
In the Pastor’s hand
Is too smart for said
Pentecostal practice
And at this point
Severely apathetic
During Sunday services
Wherein God is thanked
For such spiritlessness
From some underestimated animal

One day this Pastor
Will glance into vertical eyes
By absolute unfortunate accident
Or out of curiosity
And his heart will bear fangs
Sinking into soul
Shook by the black pupils
He has fallen through
To enter a snake’s slow truth



She said:
You are like a crow
Slyly under every
Yet too distracted by
The shiny absences
To make any difference