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FIVE POEMS BY ROBERT BEVERIDGE

BLACK HOLE SUN YR THE ONE!
April 12, 2019
COLLEGETOWN BY ANTHONY AW
April 14, 2019
CRUSHED
Awaken in the heat
of red tide. Pre. Three
men play the shell game
on the corner, one asks
“What am I?” and gets
no answer. The dog sleeps
behind him. Dreams
and grunts. You have
never seen the sun
through volcano’s ash.
Pick the poison. Socrates
walks with you, in your dreams.
How you wish to go back
to ancient Greece! A soda can.
Someone left it
in the gutter. All is wires,
wires and cotton gauze.
Take two, they’re small.
The wiretap enema
is only given to the most stubborn
patients. Assured. One.
Two. Three. Four. Collapse.
HEXEN II DREAM
“You can play Hexen II on a DX-2/66—just not quickly.”—RPB
The bull with the skull face
loads his crossbow again, dammit,
and before I can manage
one simple forty-five-degree turn
another green bolt cracks
into my side. Why
are these things so slow?
More memory, perhaps,
or a more powerful, speedier way
to process instructions,
make the body move.
Sure, these razored gloves
look
wonderful, height of fashion
and all, but fat lot
of good they do if I can’t reach
far enough.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PALETTE
Cheese on a saucepan—no,
no, radish slices. The royal
table of Tuvalu stippled
with grated nutmeg. Three
eggs, soft-boiled, on the dash
of a panel truck just behind
the throne. Six sexy starlings
sipping sangria in Santa Cruz.
Does the throw rug resemble
a bear or a cheese danish,
and must one turn one’s head
and squint to get the full effect?
Perhaps a dutch oven
for the limburger, instead.
ROLLING ACRES
The path has disappeared; time
to pull out the machete. It is said
years ago this was a highway,
metal as far as the eye could see. Now
it is you, it is me. We pick through
the brambles, uncover a stone,
a twisted hunk of metal, a necklace
of teeth vomited forth from a gopher
hole. Somewhere, on the wind, a klaxon
tries to penetrate the cover, fails.

November 2018 marked Robert Beveridge‘s thirtieth anniversary as a publishing poet. When not writing, he makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Medium Chill, San Pedro River Review, and South Broadway Ghost Society, among others.