Goodbye 2013 (the last of my two pieces published this year)

One more day until the new year, so I decided to post the other two of my pieces which were accepted in Euphemism. I’m about a month behind on this but as I documented so much in this blog, life has a funny way of getting in the way of my life plans! Enjoy and stay safe this holiday!

After (You’ve Gone)

the heart beats on

life beats
on.

the heart generates
an electrical
signal

its own signal,
animpulse

this,
we can prove
recorded by
an EKG

dots of
your fingertips
painting my
skin red

electrodes
on
chest

it exists

as

I and you,
did, do,

still do

though not us,
rusted, worn, rotten pictures

the impulse leads
to each beat

mix-tape memories stuck
controlling

a we’re-through, salty-tear
smooch stains until
you tear awayas
the signal spreads
across the heart

triggering
muscles to contract
in the correct sequence.

the signal spreads
right to left

a party of dreams
relay-replay.

pushing the blood into…

right to
left

right to
left

your face brushed
mine, smiling

the impulse is
then passed through
to the ventricles

misty, black n white
nightmares

us

causing
the ventricles to
contract.

I throw off my
sheet, ripping at
my skull.

the heart
beats
on.

and my essay:

The flip side of a copy

Time moves slowly when you’re a glorified copy wench. As the pale glow of replication illuminates the growing wrinkles adorning my face, the realization slowly sinks in. A train monkey could take my place, not a NASA rocketeering monkey either but a sleep-most-of-the-day in between poo-flinging one.

As the minutes tick to the void, my eyes scan the room. I want to rip down the OSHA poster, burn it to the ground, screaming to my coworkers, “six years, two degrees, honors societies and publications have to amount to more than paper cuts. And sleepless nights slaved away with library crammed house should amount to more than a no-benefits, crap-dollar an hour pay.”  I want to start anew.

A battled scared vet returning to a reformed nation, I find myself longing to be lost in The Wasteland, strung out and strung up in a hotel full of beatniks and hippies hell bent on filling the worlds with flowers.  But the best minds of my generation are wasting away in cheaply pressed suits, long retail hour eyes wearied, as their back breaks with the loans on which their future was built/destroyed.  And my rent is due in a week.

The copy machine spits out my order. As my hands shake, I pick up each warm piece, permeating my skins. But my bones shake as I turn out the light and slowly walk away, each step echoing down the hallway.

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8 comments on “Goodbye 2013 (the last of my two pieces published this year)

  1. I always like your poetry. Also, in your essay you say I want to start anew. Well, a new year is just on the edge of arriving. And we can always start something anew. I wish you courage, luck (it always takes some of that) and don’t throw away your OSHA poster. I have an OSHO ZEN Tarot and here I am picking a card for you: It is the card of possibilities. The interpretation says: “Don’t be content easily. Those who remain content easily remain small….This smallness is your own imposition upon your freedom, upon your unlimited possibilities, upon your unlimited potential.”

  2. May our hearts keep on beating in to the next year. getting excited and pump even harder when excited. And stay calm with a finger on our wrist before we loose our cool.
    Wishing you a happy new year and may t be filed with lots of love,laughter and smiles.
    and no did not want to copy 😀 Keep smiling.

  3. I so identify with the glorified copy wench. Our mundane jobs often make us feel unappreciated and more like cardboard cutouts. I really enjoyed both pieces. Here’s to a new year filled with great writing and lots of fun!

  4. How I wish the people I encountered in my world thought like this as they approached the mundane tasks in life. They don’t. I remain quiet as I await my turn. But at least you have left me with hope.

  5. This is profoundly written. I can certainly relate to the emptiness of our drudgery in life. The mistakes, the misguided choices, and the feeling of just another tomorrow. Thanks for the like on my blog. Please stop back.

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