Submissions by MarkusMagellus

Just passed a welcome sign I haven't seen
in 22 years.
Damn that sounds old.
But the me in my head
hasn't caught up to the slight sag in my
skinny skin skin.
And there we are again,
Ringwood football field.
A bunch of kids playing ghost in the graveyard at darkthirty,
the fog tantalizingly eerie.
So innocent, we used the rich tendrils
to keep from blushing at the sight of each other.
I used any excuse to touch you I could manufacture,
so I bumped my clumsy way into almost giving you whiplash.
I was an 8 man...

That old cliche about life being hard
is a trueism,
and workin' outside in the elements turns
men to leather quick enough

but I never need remindin'
to get lost in the scent
and the luster
and the silent silk
of my woman's hair tumbling like the sea
through my sun burnt hands.

I can't help but stutter
watching you hop scotch
through puddles, arms akimbo
beneath a cold bruised sky,
triumphantly giggletwisted.

We should all be allergic
to hyperbole and bullshit

but since " we" aren't
and fistfulls of maggots
thrive in manure

I'll keep tossing back
Claritin with swigs of gin
while carrying a rescue inhaler
and wearing waders
on election day.