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| ***BIO*** Steffan Oxenrider writes poetry, short stories, essays, and fiction. Currently he has multiple projects in the works. He is based out of Atlanta, Ga. (Powder Springs). Past publications: http://www.atlantasglobalfuture.com/publication.htm |
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| by Steffan Oxenrider |
| I thought you had grabbed the last
Raisin from the sky but then I Realized that mine were more Wrinkled so as a result I reached Inside the erudite arena of non- Chalance, probing, poking, And then I could just make out The scuttled remains of your Psyche, it was yellow and hard Like cirrhosis, scraped and Scabbed, which is ironic for It was such an addiction that Got us in this situation. Well, Not anything a little creative Scalpeling couldn’t handle, Sharp, precise, cleave it clean. I swear the broad strokes of such A ubiquitous slice leads me to Think of our situation and how I could have done things better, But for now let us look on the Mossy colored remnants of sanity And relish these times of bourgeois Fame and revel in our attempts to Tame hallucinogenic aardvarks and Squeeze the venom from veins Full of toxic apathy and suck the Marrow from bones that rely on Plum colored domiciles in the Nether regions of our space, yes Wiry wrought iron hearts couldn’t Save us now… |
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| Jan. 2006 |
| 56 |