A POEM BY MAURICE OLIVER
Or The God Who Plunders Saltworks
Sleep you can teach how to curtsy.
The alternative story appears in pictures of sun
on a lake of still water and includes a disclaimer.
Some sunbathers from the gravel pit stop for lunch.
"I'll rearrange your furniture if you give me an all-day
admission pass", he says, hoping her birthmark is
merely a quiet animal. " Sometimes the shapes &
sizes can vary from a mustache to lead pipe", she
replies, just before her barbershop closes. And
over the years a trumpet becomes more & more
vague...
bringing buckets of ice water by day...
& a fox loose in the chicken coupe by night.
A list of ways to threat hysteria.
Mental illnesses that are mistaken for scrap-metal...
always in a straight line the trees the cars the traffic...
& the way most taxidermists always seem to look so stiff.
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After spending almost a decade working as a freelance photographer
in Europe Maurice Oliver returned to America in 1990. Then in 1995
he made a lifelong dream reality by traveling around the world for eight
months, recording his experiences in a journal instead of taking pictures.
His poetry has appeared in The
Potomac Journal, Circle Magazine, The MAG,
Tryst3 Journal, Eye-Shot,
Pebble Lake Review, Megaera,
The Surface, Wicked Alice,
Word Riot,
Taj Mahal Review (India),
Stride Magazine (UK),
Dandelion Magazine
(Canada), Retort Magazine (Australia), & online
at Unlikely Stories,
Subtle Tea, Interpoetry (UK),
Kritya
(India), & Blue Print Review (Germany). He currently lives in Portland,
Oregon where he is a private tutor. His poetry blogsite can be visited
at: www.bloxster.net/mauriceoliver.
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