A short piece.
by Marcus Jonathan Chapman
There is so much in this world for which to be grateful. Too often I walk around with both hands in my pockets, eyes locked on the top of my shoes.
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…writes Marcus.
A short piece.
by Marcus Jonathan Chapman
There is so much in this world for which to be grateful. Too often I walk around with both hands in my pockets, eyes locked on the top of my shoes.
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A short piece.
by Marcus Jonathan Chapman
i’m a sinner
by the way you define sin
the way you wash up
Or wash away
is a wack-a-mole
of spikes
smacked bare-handed
by the king of cups
splashing sacrifice
on your forked tongues
bleeding knees
pounding concrete
to the red spills
on the white robe
of the carnival prince
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A short piece.
by Marcus Jonathan Chapman
reading poetry
is archeology
discovering
something beautiful
but there’s a lot of
fuckin’ dirt
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A short piece.
by Marcus Jonathan Chapman
head spinning
gasping for breath
between waves
clinging
from driftwood to barrel
from driftwood to anything
that floats
no sun
only clouds
the storm isn’t over
what did he forget?
the rigging
the sails
steering off course
the storm was too much
the ship is lost
only pieces left
to keep from drowning
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A short piece.
by Marcus Jonathan Chapman
buried
in a sunny spot
between the shade of two trees
a treasure
I hid it
you know where it is
I hid it
you know it is there
I never showed you
if I even knew
what there was
to show
I’m digging
between yesterday
and today
for that treasure
I always wanted
you to see it
but I’m only digging
and it’s no longer sunny
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A short piece.
by Marcus Jonathan Chapman
and I haven’t written in a while
haven’t even thought of it
and I’m stuck on coordinating conjunctions
as if continuing sentences running on and on
and I can’t see how the sentence began
and I know
and it’s on the tip of my tongue
and I know
but
another coordinating conjunction
it’s been too long
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Marcus Jonathan Chapman
And I go to sleep with white noise
it drowns out the leaking shower
and I remember when
you said we should fix it
when it was just a trickle
and now it’s a stream
and I go to sleep with white noise
because it drowns out the falling water
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