By Thomas Page
Workshopping poetry means that many poems have their words excised to make them better. The original poems these came from may see the light of day but for now these excised stanzas and lines will be put on display.
Sweat glossed necks roll Turning curious heads looking At fenders crushed. Smiles break parodying The ambulance chasers’ faces Sitting above the accident.
Seeing all of the lumps of clay from which he was formed Droop and sag with stretched flesh like taffy Ending on two trunks affixed to the soggy bathmat […] Finding the Fates’ string to pluck from its root Screaming mortality as it falls to Hades Clogging the pipes limed and rusted
Four eyes stare up Hidden by fronds. Shadows of grates cast on their faces, Waiting for me to lose focus. [. . .] Heat brings flies swarming Crawling all over my arms Looking for any scrap to consume-- Digested in boiled acid. Two of the eyes appear before me: Speaking of mercy, Screaming for food-- I swat them away.
Thomas Page is Editor-in-Chief of Academy of the Heart and Mind. He is also an MFA student at the University of South Florida