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JOHN DORSEY
I. today i am my mother's son in absence of eternity we majored in silence with an abstract propensity we watched as they broke down history's cradle with haunted eyes searching for the ghost of downtown charlie brown's stolen ghetto once content to work for peanuts II. today i sit dismantling the sun's memory browning grass revolting against the bare white skin of my feet the nile seems too far removed from terry's laughter or the feminine breeze with its lingering perfume somehow everything becomes a love poem on its own trouble in paradise maybe she'd been the apple of your eye eaten out lightly purring rhythm rain tapping against the window eve picking "the grapes of wrath" up at some used bookstore but some apples are filled with worms and paradise isn't paradise for long eternity smiles on imperfection as if it were the red headed step child of a disco icon and the only tapping going down lately is that weathered vein used to pay the rent and love is hiding under the covers waiting for the sun to make a false move and at 5:38 am these things seem like bitter fruit when paradise seems too troubled to say i love you or even brush her teeth on borrowed sunlight we are living on borrowed sunlight... for cult status celebrity skin used vinyl most days i feel like leatherface revisiting the scene of the crime going down on the american daydream and we're spent on pussy juice dripping from venus's outline goddess of love i lick your lips in search of lifesavers at the bottom of the ocean thank god i have strong teeth John Dorsey currently resides in Toledo OH. His work has recently appeared in fearless, Mystery Island Magazine, The James River Poetry, Poesy Magazine, and The Dublin Quarterly. He is the author of "Little Boy Beat:Selected Poems" Paladin M &E Inc., and is the co-author of "The Price Of Sunshine" written with Iris Berry, Feel Free Press, Forthcoming. |
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