
Swan Song (5:30 AM)
My friend's voice wafts into the dark from which I, drying off from showering, am feeling my way. I hear him say something else in a hushed tone as the floorboard clicks. I usually can tell many things from talking to a person: their age, race, how educated. But these tones are soft, quiet. I dissect nothing. In solitude dream he hears how those gone before him have heard others speak: Let me be the first to know that you are here, relaxed as well running your cool fingers through hair, drifting toward sunlight like shadows but let me sleep just a bit more.
Continued...
Mandy
Talking to her through her screen door she stood; her boyfriend that I had never before seen sat there next to her, caressing her hand and shoulder softly as we spoke. That whole summer at eleven years I wandered out contemplating how it would feel to sit next to love, caressing each nail polished finger.
How To End
The calamity consumes the veins are easier to identify now than ever. I miss the last hurrah, and yearn for a morning with new shoes to walk me through days, leaving behind soggy mornings saturated in loathing, heavy in my slender frame. I wish not the wrath of judgmental eyes, the pregnant women competing with each other to see who can give birth first, the egotistical men speaking of beer and breasts when it's really miles away from them. Let the competition end here with this sweat-induced delusion, my grandeur.
Joseph Veronneau has had poems appear or are forthcoming in the following publications: Ghoti, Word Riot, Read Herrings Journal, Off Beat Pulp, Clockwise Cat, The Smoking Poet, Hecale, Mastodon Dentist, Chantarelle's Notebook, Cerebral Catalyst, Locust, Thieves Jargon, Other Side of The Ragged Edge and many others. He also runs Scintillating Publications, a chapbook publishing press. You may contact Joseph via Scintillating Publications or myspace. Last update : 25-03-2008 13:02
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