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Poem by Victor Clevenger

Posted in Victor Clevenger with tags on May 9, 2017 by Scot

III.
for nadia wolnisty

i assume that it is hard for people like us to keep
secrets from the coroner when our body is up on
the slab & our blood is no longer imprisoned
death & coffee are only as dark as you wish them to be
human brains confuse me a switchblade
penetrates & i’m not sure i even mind i once
wrote that i felt like a drunk hummingbird you
once wrote that you felt like a firefly leaking light
it’s 5:06 pm as i sit here writing this raindrops
fall down the window pane & two black birds sit on
the power lines outside clock hands chase the
ghost of a second ago & with a finger in the
hornets’ nest we are all eventually bound to have
something wet on the laces of our souls

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i fear by Victor Clevenger

Posted in Victor Clevenger with tags , on November 22, 2016 by Scot

i fear
that one
day, we may all begin to
bleed
out

while the
paramedics
diagnose
us

as the
generations

who should
have known
better.