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The Poetry and Words
of
D. Michael McNamara
Mingled with the music of
Broca's
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"bugs"
~~~~~~~~
i picked up hitchhiking iguanas on the
interstate who discussed the delicacies of insects; how grasshoppers -- although rare
during the day -- carry much more flavour than flies and don't require as much salt
as crickets, although they aren't as tender as fireflies. i fell in love with the north
star because i could not see it while driving unless i leaned over to the passenger's
side, and because all love should be something you must work and takes risks for. i talked
to angels fallen from heaven and condemned to hell over sixty-nine cent bottomless cups of
coffee and stale chesterfields in route-side truck stops in the middle of the desert where
the salads come with cactus and you can order peyote on the side. i even spoke with a guy
who claimed to be the heir to satan and he started rambling about the problems of
immortality and lectured me on why napoleon failed and how if stalin and lenin lived
during the same period that the soviet union would still be standing well beyond my
lifetime. in the mountains i was raped by sunrise and thoughts straight from four a.m.
henchmen or loan sharks, i suppose. i counted the days by the number of crows perched on
my hood, who had followed me from the start. and i drove and i drove; i drove past
knowledge and into sin, through life and into death. as i neared my destination,
white sea gulls appeared in the sky for each hour passed until they equalled the crows on
my hood. and alas, i had met the sea. here i met a man who displayed a gold front
tooth when he smiled and, being the only other person present, i approached, smiled, and
said that mine was only porcelain. "and to imagine that i came all this way to
die," he said. "and to imagine that i came all this way to find out i'm
dying," i replied. "still, that's no reason to drink alone, " he coughed as
he bought me a drink. and at the end of my journey, doing shots as the sun set with
only the sea between us, even the seagulls were but shadows of black, silhouettes outlines
against the sky i had followed.
"Predestination"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Evolution
I am a new man, and we are the victims.
Direction
Facing Mexico, my horns cast shadows from the
light of
the sun bounced off of the moon.
Equality
From the moon the Earth glows.
Illumine
It is not something picked up by the senses,
but a sort of static.
A vibration.
A spot on my body that I would itch even
without the irritation.
Prompt
I need your satellite smile.
The gravity-free cavity in your chest.
Transmission
If we pulled ourselves into the other we would
still be outlines
trying to be a solid.
Confrontation
Certain stars meet again.
Orbital patterns are like instinct.
We knew we'd circle around and past but we
never thought we
would collide.
Shape
Mass multiplied by form doubled by speed equals
want.
Facade
You have called me an antique cathedral waiting
for prayer.
Fear
Do not leave me.
Segue
Warmer than my blood and colder than my hate.
It is difficult being a misanthrope with you as
part of this world.
Structure
I will love you.
"Seventeen"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Been around this world
twenty-seven
times.
One.
time my
boat/plane/car
crashed.
Don't know where
I's going.
Now ...
Hesitant
to go around.
Once
more.
upon a time
I found
a dime store
selling dollars
so I drank
(up)
and here I am.