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MEAGHAN QUINN
Death in Hollywood Sitting among glamour I am drenched in layers of grit between my fingers and teeth Today I feel beyond ordinary... Cusping on life; lusting at death (well not really) death is nothing but a figment of reality, remote, and twisted in pixels. I cannot see it, but only remainders of it What it looks like with its clothes on inside out: Masquerading, but never in the nude. pieces of paper, drawn up, delineated. will handle the lives we've made for ourselves When even we cannot handle them anymore When we are finally left alone. To be nothing more than what is already there. or brought together as some want to see it In truth it is only death that drives. that makes opening our eyes at all meaningful laying next to another seem different from laying inside God So I sit among the most glamorous of soon to be corpses Enjoying the ride of zesty decay. Meaghan is a freelance writer and poet. Born in New York, she is now living in the Arizona desert. She currently writes for a newspaper by day, though her real passion lies in writing poetry as well as painting. She was the recipient of the 2004 Stan Rice Poetry Prize and is working on a self-published collection of poems and paintings to appear in 2007. |
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