Matt Morgan — The Monarch Review
To Memphis – Matt Morgan
Monday, January 5, 2015 10:51 — 0 Comments
I flush the ticket down the bus toilet. Plastic. PissÂglistened and disinfected. Below me the pavement surges ahead, hurtling me northbound along the flat back of the Mississippi Delta. There’s a xanax stuffed in my front pocket— and in the back, a fistÂclutch of New Testament pages ripped from a Gideon’s Bible. I’ve come to leave. I’ve come to wrap my arms around something new and squeeze it empty like I have everything else. My wife. My second wife. The savings account. I’d ruin every last person and crying child on this godforsaken bus if given the chance. If given […]
What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney
