Mark O'Brien Poems

I scream
The body electric,
This yellow, metal, pulsing cylinder
Whooshing all day, all night
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Grasping for straws is easier;
You can see the straws.
"This most excellent canopy, the air, look you,"
Presses down upon me
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Lonnie didn't want to eat with Clifford.
I tried to keep my eyes away from his mouth,
Which opened uncontrollably,
His thick saliva oozing over him.
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