Angel Neri

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Empty-seated actor walking
stage-left and
right
making mickey mouse movements
...

There are mornings when you wake up knowing something's left and
Sinking, diving deep, cold, breathing bad burnt coal,
something else moved in.
...

I don't remember the first time I saw her. I know we were both in the same room, within
a few feet of each other. It was probably a friday night.
I'm sure the bands played one after another, and the drink I held in my right hand was too hot for me to bother drinking it.
...

I don't remember the first time I saw her. I know we were both in the same room, within
a few feet of each other. It was probably a friday night.
I'm sure the bands played one after another, and the drink I held in my right hand was too hot for me to bother drinking it.
...

The Best Poem Of Angel Neri

"I Wanted To See What It Was Like"

Empty-seated actor walking
stage-left and
right
making mickey mouse movements
with his hands as he
twirls and jumps, and
stands and frownds
and finds himself delivering a monologue in front of his pals
but they're too busy being wooden,
and they're too busy being red
to notice that the actor's pen
can speak like the colors of the sky
at mission; going from light blue to
exploding orange, to pinks to purples
to bluers
to blacks.

And it was this constant color-change
that made him get on-stage
in the first place. He thought that even
if nobody showed
the empty chairs would listen.
The trees outside would listen.
The wind would blow——


He closed his eyes and saw the children playing grow
up to become uncomfortable benches,
And deafened leaves on broken branches.


He doused himself in gasoline.
The actor set himself on fire.

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