Wow piece from Nathan McCool!
I’m a rare coated stag. Gut shot for sport and
forgotten in a field of
painted moonlight.
The hunt is over, the storm is here. Beauty
all sheathed inside a gun barrel…
I think I’m dead now. I need a new scene.
I’m the out of tune keys on a piano, that
some rusted god keeps playing before he
heads off to a bookstore
where he constantly asks,
“Got any remedial shit with no substance?”
“Yeah. Check any shelf” the faceless
pseudo-librarian says back.
And the more he reads and the more he reads and
the more and more…
it’s just more hope he loses;
arms just getting tired of holding pages
burdened with
cliché poems and redundant stories.
(Have I read this before?)
“But really? You cut down a tree for this shit?”
It had more real poetry beforehand.
Now the rusted god goes to sleep and
now I…
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Wowza! Nathan is fantastic.
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yeah I am really impressed with him. He’s a hell of a poet
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For realz, man. I felt my blood pump warmer.
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blows me away how much talent is out there on WordPress. Have you read Allie yet?
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Yes! I’m in love with Allie!
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me too!!
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The talent here is so great, and multi-faceted.
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indeed!!
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