By Jeremy Szuder
Big Mouth Sky
The great mouth of the sky is a yawning vapor so sweet in one's nostrils, a pillow of warm wanton desire, the sky is a cabinet lined blissfully, with the fragrances of nothing but purity and cleanliness. Best intentions are put forward over the knees of prying eyes and listening ears, the sky swallows daydreams, spits out lazy data, spirals our clocks back into unimpressed extinction. An anvil of sunlight presses upon hair, skin, and the nostrils again, folding what’s wrinkled and coming back open smooth and ironed out for the walking legs. That great mouth in the sky is calm to swallow and easy at best, to regurgitate the best complaints from adult fists and innocent pre-teen laughter, imagining clouds where there should be rain. Picturing a canvas to line blue closets with face cloth and invitations for tomorrow’s bitter bite of jealousy.
On My Doppelgangers Birthday
For Adrian Sherwood The streets shall echo with a drum beat that will swell the sewer holes and the chambers of fur, pure bass will wash us all, housing the cold bones and goose pimpled skin of every walking foot soldier left to listen and learn by the candelabra of sunlight. His face will be my face. I shall wear his favorite crown before the cross faders, the cutting of tape, the needles always leaning hard into the red. Oh yes, my doppelganger puts his sound down onto what was once solid ground, now a pulsating luxurious wave of heartbeat, the kind of pulsing a doctor might listen for to better overstand one's health and their eventual progression into dubwise Darwinism. On my doppelgangers birthday, we shall all swing at the pinata hard to feel the ultimate combustion of tissue, cardboard, candy… We stuff our pockets and we stuff our ears with hot confections and we jig ourselves along to the rhythms most carefully and lovingly procured and laid to splay amongst the neatly dressed and freshly groomed party goers. At one time, the universe was born into existence with great awe and very little overstanding. Today a blazing bright star was born unto this map of lights, constellations, milky ways, et all…….. In space, we look the same, he and I, just as we do here on this speaker of a planet called Earth.
Jeremy Szuder is a chef by night and creator of poetry and illustration work by day. His past track record in the arts includes; 15 years as a musician in various bands (drums, vocals), graphic design work for clothing/skateboard companies, 25 plus years of self published Zines, showings of fine art in the underground art scene, a 10 year plus stint spinning vinyl at various events all across the city, and at present time continues to have both illustrations and poems published by over a dozen fine art and literary publications all across the U.S.A. as well as Canada. Jeremy Szuder continues to call Los Angeles California via Glendale his home at present.