2.5.26

Four Poems by Mark Young

A line from Quentin Crisp

 

She wondered what it was

like to claw her way up from

being a printed mesh fabri-

cation, designed exclusively

 

in-house & based only on one's

own experience. She brought it

to the table to create distance, to

take the joke on herself as a way

 

to self-soothe. Pink noise is far

deeper than white noise, a sonic

hue that often only comes down

on the side of the outcast. The old

 

movie projector hums in the back-

ground like a dialysis machine

without the beeps. Ambient noise

in the ICU. She closes her eyes.

 

 

Topical nightmares

 

Discover their meanings. There

are twenty-eight listed in the pages

of the OED. What is going on in

the world? To start, don't even

think "How do I find something

now?" Combine different lettering

styles & simple doodles. Decide

which conjunction best completes

the sentence. Reduce uncertainty

by keeping it square through im-

pact. Swap any phrasal verb for

the unknown you're dealing with &

find out if they are actually married!

 

 

sedentary aneurysms

 

I hear the dog shout

blitzkrieg, & every

meerkat within living

memory dives for

shelter. I do the oppo-

site, get up & look

around, fearing there

may be spiders in the

quicksand that surrounds

me, or, even worse, my

sedentary lifestyle has

broken me free of the

crossword I am trying

to do, leaving me lying

on the floor, a victim

of an aneurysmal sub-

arachnoid hemorrhage that

has too many letters to fit

any of the available spaces.

 

 

The / erstwhile tracheotomy / of Jeanne d'Arc

 

She spoke through a tube

in her throat. The passion

that she felt was communi-

cated by the movement of

her hands, her arms. Her

anger was obvious. Finger-

tips glowed like tiger's eyes.

The air rippled. No one could

remember the subject of her

speech; but the gestalt of it

was talked about for years.