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4 poems by Kevin McGowan Rubric What if Christ said, Screw it and threw down the cross. I'm done working with wood. And refused a drink just because. What if the sky never opened, and miracles dried like puddles in the sand. If Christ died with His shirt on and left the soldiers with nothing to gamble. Stranded the prophets in mid-sentence. What would be the best seller of all time, where would the organ players go on Sunday, and what would you think then if I said apple? One Good Cigarette What day is it, she asks, tongue pierced with crucifix. That's the way I want to remember her, hungover with dreams, one good cigarette no apologies just tea, black like her hair. Kitchen on the verge of butter biscuits, kids at the corner pelting the schoolbus with snowballs, and the hissing radiator on the long walk upstairs. Tuesday, I say, handing her the funnies. Highway ad Nauseam You were stunned to find yourself on the median, forehead peeled to gray bone. My shirt-plug kept bleeding. Hungry boys eyed your traffic- tossed dress. What if I didn't stop and they started. Blind Submission I am the disappearing man in the calibration shack groping for a rubber o-ring to satisfy my stick boy body. The disappearing man, no introduction required. Don't waste your etiquette speaking of air. Disappearing man in the corner, safe from the french onion dip. Wink I'm gone. And like the bad drunk brother (carried from the wedding by cops) shouting, "I'll be back mutherfukkers," I will be back. ©K. A. McGowan K. A. McGowan was born and raised in Scranton, Pennsylvania, where he learned to operate a shower curtain machine in an expiring factory. After a stint as a paratrooper, he found himself down South at McNeese State University in Lake Charles, Louisiana, and started writing poetry. He teaches in Lafayette, Louisiana, and lives nearby with his wife Jessica and son Mark. Back to LEGIBLE home page. |