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JOSEPH VERONNEAU
Anti-Social When one party ends, another quickly begins somewhere else nearby, people rise out of cloudy sweaty rooms only to unfold into new chairs in another apartment as if life depended on it, barely making it out of the sinking ship of a party's end. One group to another and another shuffle across hardwood floors getting fresh drinks, changing the music laughter, hugs, kissy-faced strangers. Outside, a skunk's molecules pass in the breeze as a subtle spirit, a recurring phase of this ugly duckling street. I've found true association with silence, it's hard to go wrong with it. Silence knows nothing of office cubicles or local AA meetings, and needs no recovery from hangovers of relationships. Myopia You live in the smallest state in the states, with a new girlfriend and perhaps friends from the video store. I wonder if sometimes you tell her about how you sold out your best friend. Do you? Or does it come to your mind, creaking floorboards in the middle of night, speaking words to you unimaginable, those ghostly times coming back to haunt your ass after a few beers in the evening. I hope sometimes that death will stare you right in the face and just for a moment you realize the past wasn't so bad.. Joseph Veronneau runs Scintillating Publications, a chapbook publishing venue. He'll be publishing JJ Campbell's latest chap titled "Feel My Disease." His own poems have or will be published in Typewriter Voodoo, Remark, Zygote In My Coffee, Poetry Superhighway, and many others. |
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