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Three Poems

By Marc Blanc.

oxygen, 2012

Smell the sweet

Petroleum

In the air
From all the

motorcycles.

In pond goes the peer

In pond goes the peer
I see nothing extraordinary
Or handsome.
Throughout soul is nancy grace
I find nothing amazing
Or important.
I set work out for doing myself-
Hills remain to be scaled.

Collapsed lies master in my hands
I shout for a second, and begin to cry
High hat into my digit flies
I shout for a second, and begin to cry.
Would it be better just to die

My Dog

My dog gnaws at the bark.
My dog breaks bubbled limbs
at the expense of his mouth’s ridge.
When My Dog hustles
lower animals bustle.
Disconnected “D I P L O M A T” and
blunderer fit to burst.

. . .

Blue jays’ query?
They don’t find one in fleeing…
for they are and will and were
more graceful
than said blunderous Dog,
and they know it.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marc Blanc is a 16-year-old high school student. He has been writing ever since he chose the pen over the baseball bat back in first grade, and has been ferociously reading from the time he decided to dwell in libraries instead of at playgrounds. He particularly enjoys modernist poetry and dystopian novels. His biggest influences include ee cummings and Kurt Vonnegut. He plays drums in two punk rock bands and is passionate about political protest and activism. He lives currently in Kent, Ohio, with his mother, brother, and autistic dog, Cooper.

First published in 3:AM Magazine: Tuesday, July 10th, 2012.