RAY SUCCRE : Up from the Drivel and in the Drivel
JOHN HORVATH Jr : Mediterranean in May
JANET I. BUCK : Grim Parades of Bottled Grief
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RAY SUCCRE
Up from the Drivel and in the Drivel
He can eat faster, and when it becomes fits and has just been announced a winner of the tantrum tree, this sheltering lull congratulates him. These frailties may be a mere two cups, couches, underwear, tock, shriek morning approaching his whiskered mice, wires snugly into volumes. Here, his home is an avid loiterer in the international anthology, in that pumice that loves its town numerous times, and is also a cactus-sharp breath, a first myth. He may be published in a clock facing windows of the era. He lifts from the drivel and in the drivel, between sights and gyrations— Rights reserved. Copying, digital retrieval, or disappointment; he loves the speed at which this tank grieves, holding in its shells and publications and copying, or various matters stored in archive.
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Up from the Drivel and in the Drivel Mediterranean in May Grim Parades of Bottled Grief  
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JOHN HORVATH Jr
Mediterranean in May
for Norman J. Olson
At the museo to Picasso then the Parthenon, silently many stood or sat each as if dead awaiting news whether this is hell or heaven. Beneath their feet, the greatest art; Their eyes upon the silver screen. Twenty hours in the air as much on sights where sacred rites of standing still for slides are honed – but history itself not to be taken home, it withers in the rush of words; notes for friends who suffer watching to their end, thus tours of sixty-minute Europe as grand art – decanted histories learned by rote for tourist trade – not best but nearest wine – must end. Flight arrives on seven morn; Sojourners hurry home to bed. From schedule to scheduled moves each of the living dead.
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Up from the Drivel and in the Drivel Mediterranean in May Grim Parades of Bottled Grief  
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JANET I. BUCK
Grim Parades of Bottled Grief
The moving truck. A nursing home. Everyone knew and no one spoke. Add, subtract and close the book. Silence had an awkward gait, but latches of a casket came. I wondered if the muscled men with somber faces glued to walls like Black Jack gum or putty in a broken vase were sons or merely hired help. I watched parades of bottled grief from treadmills in a painted gym. My sweaty scalp just growing deeper shades of gray. Health a shiny bathroom mirror fogging up with funeral mist. Lobby staid at busy pitch. Death rolls by and life goes on. Making sense of tilted planks, tiles of hours rushing hills. A mattress passing through the halls, a hutch of china tossed in boxes, little fridge with photo magnets falling off its vinyl door. An afghan used to buffer wood, a thick and hairy puppy hide. These were clothes, his memories: a wheelchair seat with scratches from stray wires of scars, fly of self and soul unzipped-- tender hanging, bitten tongue.
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You Take Advantage of My Good MoodTOP Up from the Drivel and in the Drivel©  RAY SUCCRE .comment1
Mediterranean in MayMID  072POEM2©  JOHN HORVATH Jr. OLSON's travelogue, "Travels, May 18, 2011" appears on page 70 of this issue. Poetryrepairs invites your responses to essays, derived poem/s, comments, and essays. Send three short pieces to the eidtor [at] poetryrepairs.com.
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