seize this
you have
met the
enemy
and it is
i, sneers
the tin
weather-
cock in
the mirror
the epi-
center-
piece
of your
shifting
fault line
about to
turn from
kissing
the glass
to licking
ambition's
ambition's
sputtering
abyss
an almost
shameless
graduation
but when
tomorrow
brings its
stinging
aftertaste
you will
struggle to
remember
whose ad-
vice it was
to seize
the day
you and
your little
fistful of
thorns
my left hand
dear parasite
your name
doesn't
answer to
memory
although
you do
look
familiar
a poor
relation
seen
from a
distance
a near
enemy
my dear
enemy
an unwel-
come
guest
the
clumsy
beast
at the
bar, a
harbin-
ger of
dead
fish, a
hanger-
on, the
hairy
wineskin
tugging
at my
arm, a
jaundiced
paw, a
phalanx
of bitter
bones
playing
at war
numb
from the
carpal
theater
Jack T. Marlowe is a gentleman rogue from Dallas, TX. A writer of poetry and fiction and a veteran of the open mic, his work has appeared in Handful of Dust, Rusty Truck, Bone Orchard Poetry, Napalm and Novocain, Zombie Logic, Tendril and many other zines (both online and in print). Jack is also the mad editor of Gutter Eloquence Magazine (http://www.guttereloquence.com).
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