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D. B. COX
madly backwards sirens sing junkies to sleep on the stairway of the sunset hotel old hopes fade & dance away madly backwards rain reclaims worn tire tracks of piss-yellow cabs pointed cross town by gypsy hacks -- insomniacs from new york, new jersey, new delhi chasing american dreams down empty streets -- red, white & blue illusions slipping into the darkness of rearview mirrors lost in the shadows of sacred skyscrapers that sigh & bend in the wind old myths fade & dance away madly backwards stories to tell “so don’t tell me to shut up about the war or I might pull something from my head, from my head, from my head that you wouldn’t want to see, and whoever the people are, might be offended…” – Bruce Weigl, “Apparition Of The Exile” back in the “world” with stories to tell about things he’s seen brutal, frightening sometimes beautiful things in vivid heartbreaking detail but as silence walks him down easy hometown streets the tales die inside his heart -- irrelevant recollections that once burned blood-red in the dark gone cold as the ghosts who breathed them & he begins to comprehend how these shapes carved into his soul are only words & understands how truly alone he is breakdown pushed too hard we’ve got what they paid for now black-clad babyface terminators bent by a common denominator traveling, strapped, across school yards – ruthless attack dogs shaped by hungry beasts of prey who have always stalked hallways of lower learning while helpless reflections caught in the glass of classroom windows keep turning pages – hoping the answer that might slow this crazy breakdown will show itself soon D.B. Cox is a blues musician/poet, originally from South Carolina. After graduating from high school in 1966, he did a four year stint with the U.S. Marines, then moved to Boston to attend the Berklee School of Music, where he eventually found the blues circuit. He loves writing for the same reason he loves playing the guitar-a way to communicate how he feels at a given time, on a given day. He now resides in Watertown, Massachusetts. His writing has been published online in Zygote In My Coffee, Remark, Underground Voices, Dubliner Quarterly and others, and in print in Aesthetica, Snow Monkey, My Favorite Bullet and Open Wide Magazine. |
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