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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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DB COX
Henry i used to wonder about the thunder— the rage that got you through the day clawing at the walls of your box forever cursing the vacant soul of sanity— prehistoric face sagging like a barbed wire fence gazing out through third-degree eyes telling me you ARE “reality” primal urges older than dirt— i listened to your tales of ordinary madness how you taught a million empty voices to speak the language of hard-ass city streets— i watched at the end when your writing became like your fighting never knowing when to stop— up to your eyes in accumulated time straining to hang on despite the obvious losses i looked on as the fire began to wane & the jacked-up jackals moved in to pick at your bones howling their perfect hate—now that you are gone D.B. Cox is a blues musician/poet, originally from South Carolina. After graduating from high school in 1966, he did a four year stint with the U.S. Marines, then moved to Boston to attend the Berklee School of Music, where he eventually found the blues circuit. He loves writing for the same reason he loves playing the guitar-a way to communicate how he feels at a given time, on a given day. He now resides in Watertown, Massachusetts. His writing has been published online in Zygote In My Coffee, Remark, Underground Voices, Dubliner Quarterly and others, and in print in Aesthetica, Snow Monkey, My Favorite Bullet and Open Wide Magazine. |
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