Wednesday, June 19, 2013

MY NAME IS DYLAN AND WHAT I AM IS DRUNK

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by David Greenspan

I have been smoking
my fingers very slow
as this movie projector
blinks. This old movie
projector shows black
and white teenagers
with hands of nicotine
and hands of box-cutter.
I have been smoking
the teenagers’ nicotine
very slow and so what
if I have been stray dog
for quite some time.
This old movie projector
shows a river, a waitress.
Only this river and only
this waitress and the blood
inside her roller-skates.
Only this waitress and
her smile so laughing gas.
All she says my poor blue
now rotten
and you must
tell me
where is my poor
blue, where.
Listen now –
this old movie projector
is tonight teenager,
is tonight wild saint,
is tonight huffing glue.


About the Author:

David Greenspan is the author of How They Strike a Balance (forthcoming from Nephew); as well as the chapbooks i tried to bear the elephants and lost (NAP) and Then (Turtleneck Press). David’s poem have appeared, or will soon, in alice blue, Anti-, Midwestern Gothic, West Branch, and Whiskey Island. Find him online at DavidGreenspan.blogspot.com.
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