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| ***BIO*** Dennis Mahagin's poems and stories appear in Juked Magazine, 42opus, Exquisite Corpse, Stirring, Absinthe Literary Review, Evergreen Review, 3 A.M., Night Train, PANK, Storyglossia and Smokelong Quarterly, among other publications. He is also an editor of fiction and poetry at FRiGG magazine. Dennis lives in Washington state. |
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| Feckless Requiem w/ All Due Projection |
| by Dennis Mahagin |
| If only I could lighten up like Lessner could: crack wise on the working man, or morning wood. Lessner with breath clouds in 30 degree winter haze, his shaving cuts that peppered a corded neck like burnt lichen, plaster of Paris torn TP constellation. "Charmined I'm sure, sir," said the Lessner I remember, bum of buck and a quarter from a certain commodities broker, one startled 3 piece suit coke bottle spectacles on Ankeny street. To lighten right up, like Lessner: With Rollie Fingers stache, coin purse counting out exact change for 13 items in the Express aisle, sloe eyed with wink, giving away an act, his age: "Shhhh, relax if you want I'll walk it back," said Lessner, blowing on forefinger as a derringer when all he did was suffuse the air, sans care with wise cracks. "Relax," he insisted "like paper or plastic, no drama, man not so drastic..." Keystone cop with nothing ever vested, karate chop crested into a sun glare salute for all, the little bit crusts of neck lore and rust. Oh, to lighten up up as only Lessner could who died real young too before I understood. |
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| April 2012 |
| 137 |