THE LIGHT RAIL AND LOVE ON A DISTANT WEDNESDAY NIGHT POETRY BY AUSTIN DAVIS
You fell asleep in my arms on the 11 o’clock train as the tipsy college girls who cried during the JT concert mingled with the drunk business guys who spit during the D-backs game.
The nervous small talk about who would be sleeping with who later that night lulled you to sleep like sad music, your curly head cradled between my chest and shoulder, cold feet balancing on my legs.
The back of the train began to grow blue as the man standing by row 18 passed around his liquor along with the sweaty twitch in his eye. A girl with melted mascara started fanning herself with a bundle of napkins
and the lights to my left flickered in its language. The cops standing guard put their badges in their pockets, the men put their hats in their bags and the women undid their ponytails.
The whole train shimmied into their synthetic smiles; all sick and frail. You sniffled, pulling yourself closer to my neck to kiss me softly in your sleep.
Without you, my life would just be the kind of dream where someone is whispering but it’s not for me to hear.
The interior file for Crumbling Utopian Pipedream has been successfully updated and is ready to purchase at Amazon and MoranPress.com. Changes include increase in font size, wider margins for readability, which add 20 pages to the previous edition of the book. I can promise you an enhanced reading experience. I hope you enjoy the updated edition of Crumbling Utopian Pipedream by Scott Wozniak.
I don't know if this will be the final title and this is sure not the final cover, but a secret new release is coming soon from Moran Press. Once Love and Quarters and Cloudy Days, Still Nights are published I'll turn my attention to this controversial collection of short stories. This book will shock, perhaps even offend some readers.
More news on this book soon, including an excerpt of the fiction.
New poetry by Gabriel Ricard to celebrate his latest release from Moran Press, Love and Quarters.
MODEST ON YOUR BIRTHDAY GABRIEL RICARD
Listen, I don’t mean to be so depressing at what is surely the most luxurious Planet Hollywood of them all, but don’t you think it’s pretty depressing that we are almost always halfway to someone reimagining Columbus as a superhero who shoots crosses from the sleeves of a very nice jacket?
And I still think the anticipation of something horrible can be just as painful as the destination all on its own.
We never did finish talking about that.
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Venture Forth Capitalists excerpt from LOVE AND QUARTERS Gabriel Ricard
We don’t get the benefit of ghosts pushing the hotdog carts down the street.
The horrified drivers of every car that’s stuck in the standstill remain glued to their selfish perception and remain fixed on the future of the summertime.
No one locks their doors, and since the sirens only exist in dimming speculation, they all sound like a nauseating banquet of Frank Sinatra songs. I don’t ask for permission to squeeze your hand. Sorry about that.
I’m distracted by who is leading who to what is hopefully a livelier dance in the new museum of the jewelry, Nokia tablets, and winter coats district.
I’m in love with fifteen minutes ago, and I’m a dreamy word problem about how attentive I am to the little bookstore that’s leaving us behind.
Am I the only one who’s going to look back at its open door, imagine what the breeze felt like from the stool behind the cash register, and wish that we were actually almost at the edge of one postcard in a single file of tens of thousands?
If you’re not feeling that kind of thing, it’s okay. We’re probably going to have to grow up in different ways.
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