Person, Woman, Man, Camera, TV

by | Jun 7, 2022 | Issue Twenty Seven, Poetry

Person

The first five lines are always shit.
A shock to the heart. Heartbeats cut each other off
like fine gems, end over endocarditis. No joke, perhaps
hyperbole? Though believe me when I say
the brow may be the only honest muscle in my face.

Woman

Such to the simple thing, such to the sin,
such please, such pause, such gilded resin,
such skin on skin, such fun, such
liquid off the fin, such fresh
splash, such flower pluck, such
freeform folly, such such-&-such.

Man

Dearly departed, beloved
with bedevilments: bon voyage.
To have stolen. To steal oneself
away. To steel oneself. To cut out
early. Beg your pardon? Come again.

Camera

Fake hair.
Fake tan.
Fake tooth.
Fake tie.
Fake noose.

TV

Know thyself. To thine own, be true.
If I’m being honest, I’m not a fan
of those who say, If I’m being honest.
No. Justice? No. Peace?
No. Just do it. Whatever it is, or was,
you had, or have, to do.
Peace be with you. Peace out.

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