In A South Done Of Fact

In A South Done Of Fact

A Poem by Marxesque
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a paregoric ontology - a poem done of fact

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IN A SOUTH DONE OF FACT

experienced to prove Prime-steaks not
he knew no interest - use
cut prove jerkily front ticket
drink about a drink stretched

stream smiled quiet tired tree

routine sent you keg of
paregoric trade opposition Timbuktu dictation
well its tender klutch complaining
gnawing emptiness; have a drink

reminded Fairmont guinea fourteen-hour bus-ride
next they got days later
plane or boat wide specious-genus stock
withered rusty hotel stomach sleep

due little smiled, hit sack
inside wall debilitating place frozen
room service permission said something replied
conjectural imagine occupant blanket-bed opposite

laughing high at pitched joke
wrong text cold squirts control
worked depression precognitive dream City
people crowd changing hideous land

gagged in sodomy nameless teeth
snarled windows took another bus
cannot complain rearing over him
centipede symbol happens musician coins

iron painted cheap hotels cutwith
glass rubbish doing absolutely nothing
priced the gun "nice girl"
Hotel Continental neighbors hideous streets

races pause arachnid ship ahoy
chip down simply game but smiled long
drink you're gone long drink
bookstore thought across the bed

national pawn newspaper movement three
shock his dollar friend laughing
chisel half a fix isolated
dissembowal their work read brother

pair here excellent steaks ready prime-numbered time
surrealist ballet frightened customers osteopathic idiopathy
family painted night existence bought
waiter, misery, humiliation, sex,
pesos equal dollar one

tequila bus station cheap tricks
cheapest cop booth stomach truth
bite, strain, hope, eat, sleep
the stupidest unyielding bars desire

bullshit cold fictitious network charm
hungry gulps of shaken milk steak
drawing bottle job conversation drain
best of luck gone family

daughter's first ticket judgment
southern flat-chest b*****d son

streetcar shook a numbered Jew
speechless hands in convict suit
well here's the jazz, kat
ugly luck, wrong number  -  slot

© 2011 Marxesque


Author's Note

Marxesque
where the rivers fork

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You have a unique style...a little disjointed at first but when read over a few times it becomes clearer. I like your daring. I also noticed some awesome word choices throughout. From one prairie Canadian to another I say, "write on!!"

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Marxesque
Marxesque

winnipeg, manitoba, Canada



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