Signs, Like A Blinking Red Heartbeat

A few times, she claims
to have held a real man in her mouth all day.

She says she could not find a suitable place
to bury him & insist his wounds had already
healed to resemble brown streaks a crayon
would make.

But I know for a fact that many consume each
other or end-up as the last century cooked in a
spoon, all of which happened long before any
kitchen appliances were ever invented & certainly
eons before the labor-saving devices began to
appear on the shelves of retail stores with little
stickers acknowledging their foreign origins.

After spending almost a decade working as a freelance photographer
in Europe Maurice Oliver returned to America in 1990. Then in 1995
he made a lifelong dream reality by traveling around the world for eight
months, recording his experiences in a journal instead of taking pictures.
And so began his desire to be a poet. His poetry has appeared in The
Potomac Journal, Circle Magazine, The MAG, Tryst3 Journal, Eye-Shot,
Pebble Lake Review, Megaera, The Surface, Wicked Alice, Word Riot,
Taj Mahal Review (India), Stride Magazine (UK), Dandelion Magazine
(Canada), Retort Magazine (Australia), & online at unlikelystories.org,
girlswithinsurance.com, subtletea.com, interpoetry.com (UK), kritya.in
(India), & blueprintreview.de (Germany). He currently lives in Portland,
Oregon where he is a private tutor. His poetry blogsite can be visited
at: www.bloxster.net/mauriceoliver.

2006 Underground Voices