UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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CHRISTOPHER MAJOR
Community Care The lights blinded him, blazing from gutters and doors, gateposts and trees, yet darkness didn't retreat. Above carols and hymns, mall led yo oh oh's he still heard voices, and the weight of fun 'n' frolics and cheer weighed down, but could not redress to balance a man desperate, begging to be helped, at the doctors, police station, even church- shouting and cursing, giving God a piece of mind that, after newspaper splashes and victim profiles, it might be kinder he never gets back..... Still Bitter 20 years since I last saw you, when whittling cheekbones in young kids with sharp words, threats and dinner money 'taxes'. An adept skill for finding the weak spots of buck teeth, spots, in my case a lazy eye. Shot sentences syllable barbed, hooking, reeling in to a pinch or punch, a faceful of snot or saliva. Now fat, bloated and begging, gripping a tin of flat beer you aimlessly shuffle the mall, rosy glow just blood pressure body tanned by liver damage, your grubby hand a hook before me which I ignore, brush past, off loading nothing yet feeling lighter..... Chris Major's work has appeared online at Zygote in my coffee, My Favorite Bullet, Remark, Lily, Stirring,Pemmican, Snakeskin and Underground Voices. |
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