Their Night Alive With Cold Thuds. Lamenting Dreams by Gary Lundy

others when happiness crosses the line toward turmoil. neck stiff body soaks in morning rituals. perhaps classical melodies the rooms reverent.

some bring so much to their table that hearts float overhead. or bullets rip through flimsy cloth and penetrate straight to their truth. to lie in wait becomes the game we play.

shuffling the furniture until it becomes reasonable to sit alone. one they grows facial hair and celebrates. we run out of ways to eliminate our stubble. far too many years have elapsed to claim late teen hormones.

instead push a partially full shopping cart around the streets and alleys. they carry their thoughts in expensive leather bag. nod grudgingly negative apparel. walk briskly by.

come in quietly so as not to disturb the music surrounds. lift our tiredness like a necessary attachment. condone missives calling for us to quit to disappear.

Gary Lundy’s poetry has appeared most recently in The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Beautiful Losers, Vallum, The BeZine and Fragmentarily/Meta-Phor(e)/Play. heartbreak elopes into a kind of forgiving, was released this past July by is a rose press. He is a queer living in Missoula, Montana.


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