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POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
Brennan Sprague is a poet who has had work published in Jet Fuel Review, The Adroit Journal, The Shore and Barren Magazine, among others. He resides in Rochester, NY.
What Can I Say I Have A Lot To Say
Brainlight soured & holy Hark be the pills
we drop down our throats / I never pictured a future
Couldn’t even handle the second
I existed in / I have never been
able to articulate my self / God forbid
God is ever wrong / I am dying from the inside
You can see it in my face I don’t exist in this universe
But somewhere else / The echo in my teeth
The motley of peonies The evening fragrant
The aroma of rot / You want me to be lost & confused
so I’ll crawl to you / Is it cliché to
love cocaine Remember the trees
of childhood The summers that lasted forever
Back then cocaine was theory / I want your fist
I want to feel alive / I swear every ant is the same ant
There are feelings I don’t think about / I want to keep running
to the end of the world / Place an ice cube on your tongue
Let it melt / When it’s August I want May
When it’s May I want August / I lived in a sorority
No I didn’t / A spine of stars / My dad wrote this:
We fought so hard for something more there’s no need now
for a civil war / I go back to the hour before the warbler’s flicker
I sing along to the radio All the songs from before / I know who you are
We drove all night in your car We don’t know where we’re going
But I know who you are Please don’t pray for me Please don’t
I know who you are And I know where we’re going
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published monthly by Glass Poetry Press.
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