SLAP HAPPY IN PENNSYLVANIA GAS STATIONS
You wouldn’t like to stick around to see the end
That’s a false line, but I wish I was kinder
There are cries for help I must’ve misunderstood
I remember drowning in basements, not even
in dreams; it’s been at least five years since
I saw you alive; a nightmare, they come & go
Soft steps….flashlights waving themselves
over dark rooftops & tall, slender, old bridges
We haven’t talked in days….I wanted to crash
my car into the side of your father’s house
I should have come to the funeral
STITCHES/IN MY DREAM LAST NIGHT
Lucy’s husband stopped loving me; disgust
and confusion. The 1975 broke up in my dream
last night; it was post-ironic: disgust and
confusion. Even the sunrise was tired this
morning; the world groaned a little, weathering
out the night w/ me only.
Poetry by Alex Russell
Alex Russell is a writer and designer based out of Northern Virginia. He loves visiting art museums, collecting physical media, and spending time with his cat. Originally from Ukraine, he dreams of an early retirement in Mexico City. He is on Tumblr @wernerherzogshave
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