an everyday dirge
i
greet
each
day
with
a
façade
of
drift-
wood
stupor
keeping
a
face
more
real
hidden
inside:
a
broken
clock
watching
the
hours
march
past,
the
second-
hand
stare
of
Beethoven's
alabaster
eyes
heroic
even
amidst
the
idiot
masses
a
poppy
in
the
battlefield
a
pigeon
perched
on
razor
wire
smoking
Lorca's
last
cigarette
the
falling
ash
iconic
the
taste
of
spent
lead
sacrificial
beneath
an
unforgiving
bastard
sky
after hours
closing
time
is
now long
past,
but
the
hungry
ghosts
are
wild
awake
and
on
the
move
our
dark
appetites
gnawing
at
the void
as
night
holds
half
the
earth
in
its jaws
the
stars
a
gleaming
mouthful
of
gold
teeth
only
slightly
less
tacky
reflected
in
our
gin-fed
eyes
Jack
T. Marlowe is a gentleman rogue from Dallas, TX. A writer of
poetry and fiction and a veteran of the open mic, his work has appeared
in Handful of Dust, Visceral Uterus, Red Fez, Thunder Sandwich,
The Vein, Dead Snakes, Rusty Truck
and elsewhere (both
online and in print). Jack is also the editor/webmeister of Gutter
Eloquence Magazine (http://www.guttereloquence.
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