by Brentley Frazer
If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love
with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity. – Jean Baudrillard
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Some continuous tonus resumes
pulsing across the rooftops.
Preacher has his hand in their
control panel messing with the
configurations: —Authoring a new
dissonance, he says, —Forcing
something flaccid in the niche,
building a new leg for the stand,
circumcising inertia…
his non-prolific face twisting with
pleasure as he said it.
A Clown chokes to death in the
Tudor doorway – 20 years of
laughing and tripping along the
boulevards has worn out his big
shoes.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Brentley Frazer - Widely published poet, a few short stories out on the web, working on a novel, holds a Master of Arts (Writing) and likes to dabble with photography, painting and creative nonfiction. Author of the critically acclaimed collection of poems and microtexts, A Dark Samadhi. * Founder and Publishing Editor of Retort Magazine.
Last updated April 27, 2012