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   Volume XI, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..


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   Volume IX, Issue I
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   Volume X, Issue I
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Poetry


Name In Water
John McKernan

 

I was drinking a glass
             Of mineral water from Spain
When I died after saying calmly

I never wanted to write my name
             In water even if it costs
A thousand pounds for a liter

I can't wait to be a corpse
             That blue color excites me
I've always had the palest skin

The room spun around the will
             Letters on blue lined paper
Seemed to crawl deep inside each other

A chorus of wallpaper lawyers hummed
             Their collective surprise      Whispering
The power of a thousand dollar bill is a hatchet

So this is great wealth    Huge mounds of flowers
             Black ribbons on each street corner
Chinese herbs    An endless procession of hymns

The mortuary had to hire taxicabs
             And spray them with lime juice
The candles seemed prehistoric cudgels

The incense reminded everyone of a child's diaper

 

 

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