Three Poems
Darren Demaree A DAMAGED THINKER #40 I would leave a note for the director, I would simply leave & abandon my use as a landscape for the Ohio academics, I would go back to Europe, for a while, maybe find a Greek with both of her arms gone, lost to time & looters, we could try not to lose too much skin as we rested against each other. I would never actually leave a note. I would leave & owe them nothing more than my absence. A DAMAGED THINKER #41 I am an original, now. I was one of many originals, there were twenty of us, almost too lovely to be brothers, and most of them never knew how I became disabled enough to be original enough to become held blood & not one them ever asked what else that bomb took from me. A DAMAGED THINKER #42 Go on with your camera & snap the whole book of my goodbyes & snap it off, your fistdeep into my sharp-edging. There is an angle where I look strong enough to go on & snap free & dive into the water only a hundred yards in front of me. There is an angle where I appear to be cavern only. |
About the author:
Darren C. Demaree is the author of As We Refer to Our Bodies (8th House, 2013), Temporary Champions (Main Street Rag, 2014), and Not For Art Nor Prayer (8th House, 2015). He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology. He is currently living in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children. |