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| ZYGOTE IN MY COFFEE.COM |
| ISSUE #11 $O.OO |
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| June 2004 |
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| ***BIO*** Chris Kendalls: I've been published in only a handful of places, Ariga, DeepCleveland, and Silent Fusion. I'm 31 and have been writing poetry for the last 5 or 6 years or so. |
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| Hypothermia |
| by Chris Kendalls |
| In the dead of winter Like getting stuck in Colorado 200 miles away from town Not that I’m out of gas Or water froze in my engine But I have to be alone Watch my breath as I speak Life energy vaporizes Returns to the heavens So it can rain down on me If I fall to illness Perhaps I am being punished I materialize myself slowly No blood shed over my pride Men still play with their children Nobody finds needles in the sandbox An addict trying to be happy So my home is fire retarded And the moths leave my sweaters alone I don’t miss Gotham Bankers extracting money From the chests of citizens As they go into cardiac arrest Debt they maintain to survive I don’t miss the city of angels People turn themselves inside out Smear them across the TV screen And abuse them physically So we can find them desirable With the ignorance of a deer To disappear into the trees Yet I’m looking right at him And it’s what we do ourselves Humiliating one’s self for profit You want to learn who you are Get away from others So you can listen to yourself And if you do indeed believe Perhaps you’ll get instruction Of course there’s always madness |