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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 03/2012
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ANTHONY LICCIONE the scatter of you i hear the sound of your voice as i stir the tomato soup on low heat, the chill hitting against the window, almost like calling my name, so low and said i turn around and only shadows linger there from lights and fixtures, where your face hangs in wooden frame above the mantle. the mangled car frame, i want to capture your eyes, but i'm afraid to look and see you there again, broken and bleeding behind the wayward steering wheel, shards of glass spread over the seats and street twisted metal around the bones of a tree the snow outside has buried me in, i know it will melt someday, but for now the cold of her is where i disappear completely jessica laid there in the field, her breast and nipples exposed being licked by dogs, they found her two weeks too late even to preserve her body, raped and shoveled off the back of a truck, took her at gunpoint in a shopping mall, how she went with them like sheep to the slaughter, without foul play without foreplay, she opened her legs and let them have their way, why didnt she fight? why didnt she scream? txt a message from her phone to the ouside world that was already dead inside her. Anthony Liccione lives in Texas with his two children and serves in the Army. His poems have appeared in several print and on-line journals, including Fashion for Collapse, Drunken Absurdity, Curbstone Collective, Gutter Eloquence Magazine, Squawk Back and Chantarelle's Notebook. He is also involved with the upcoming album 'Telling Tales' which will portray his poem in audible format, which is slated to be released mid 2011 through hennensobserver.com His lastest book (Wolf Down) is forthcoming from Corrupt Press. |
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