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MAGDALENE by Jeffrey Littrell

 

underneath the marquee she was waiting

smoking her last Viceroy in the rain

beautiful, both angelic and demonic

Magdalene tried hard to mask her pain

 

she lived next to a pawn shop on South Harding Street

her fridge was stocked with nothing but Blue Nun

her smile concealed a thousand broken promises

she wanted to leave, but had nowhere to run

 

she faded fast, like smoke rings drifting free upon the wind

so curse your sympathy and damn your pious pity

Magdalene, I’m walking through this fire all alone

I’ll drive a stake through the heart of this devil city

 

the fog creeps like a cat tonight, across the Monan Trail

the moon is being swallowed by the night

on a dead end street, I am a shadow walking in the dark

while Magdalene is bathed in holy light

 

 

 

 

 

 

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CHASING SCREAM QUEENS by Jeffrey Littrell

 

go ahead and run

run screaming like Linnea Quigley

from me, the disfigured monster

 

instead, you’ll crawl away

slithering into the brush, to hide

until I’m gone

 

{ The barista at Starbucks asked my name

with resigned apathy. Then, she had the nerve

to draw a smiley face in the froth

of my cappucino. Later that evening,

splashing through the pissing rain,

I rush into a bar off of Mass Ave. 

 

The Starbucks girl is the hostess.

 

“How many ?”, she asks me,

with the same resigned apathy as before.

She has no recollection of me,

or of the damned smiley face that she drew earlier. }

 

go ahead and run

run screaming like Jamie Lee Curtis

from me, the hideous leper

 

instead, you’ll lurk in shadows

listening with rapt attention

until I draw my final breath

 

 

 


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