the coroner's seamstress imagines windswept corrugated vistas designates holidays designs motto alignments signals the sorrow songs of remote viewing takes revenge cites crested crowned wooden hoods reverts forward towards optimal direction distributes opiated chewing gum...........to penal colony designates draws pencil thin lines...........around stargazing orange markers leaving life for the living..........( )today for the dead...........( ) saves foundlings housing in sod dwellings the brace of humanity beating tuned instrumental appliance containers gleaned/cleaned/clear plastic for recycled material bins dyed yellow--lined with binary destinations spiraling downward disordered--panicked signifying solemn keyboard mechanisms sunlit in goldenrod spellings weaving patterned alliance fragments dancing smiling for all to see.
never not talking
screening electrocell manifests the book of the living says "i ain't never not talking to you no more" devising indicated zodiac schemes bowing toward conspiracy block grants scrawling backwards diagrams in longhand sprinting lethargically forward towards end zone factory printout diatribes staging rigged automatic upstate sonic happenings forged soaking in stadium sized ink filled business battlefield domains humming steadily ("thar she blows") singing SHONDELL refrains ("i think we're alone now") heard perfectly resounding in wispered photographed enraged moments organized superimposed downcast overwrought the book of the dead says "i ain't never not thinking of you no more" "i ain't never not being with you no more" and most importantly "i ain't never not looking for you no more."
in the name of johnny paycheck (R.I.P)
a delirium diagnosed as digression develops into a downtrodden guitar solo bargaining that wind-up toys will help pitch pain away (to a time) when ringing phones indicated---the destination---the origin---the parameters---of health--- as would walking down the street toward fallen alleys behind houses neat with stashed trash where warring motorcycle clubs listen to JOHNNY PAYCHECK (yes johnny paycheck) sing gospel--- in the roadhouse--- on the radio---at the rodeo absolute in intention unimpeachable in regret and not at all out of place.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mitchell Feldstein authored the collection of poetry/prose Teen Cardinal published by Baltimore-based Shattered Wig Press. Mitchell's chapbook, Hurl, was published by Apathy Press Poets. He has read at numerous open readings and as a featured performer in Baltimore, Philadephia, New York, and San Francisco. Feldstein is the drummer of the pioneering rock combo, Lungfish, who have recorded nine albums for Dischord Records.