Excerpt from 'the theory of nights'
other nights i simply float like an elegy. the delicate part of my catalog closes. i choose translations over the original. a sterile vault. the bitter-sweet taste of withstanding. scatter my chronology across the heavy fields. let it be. other nights i cement myself to prodigal trucks. a cupful of invitation as the sleet hits my prosthetic roof. as my totems go haywire. i flicker until the token sky reveals the horns of another lethal deadlock. i gnaw them till they bleed too. other nights i peddle scissors. am mannequin to the involuntary dissection of bearing shadows order. these hallowed dregs. i smoke and juggle the already threadbare, still dreaming of innocent wishbones and being my own complete grapevine. these are my eternal negotiations,
Peter Schwartz has more styles than a Natal Midlands Dwarf Chameleon. He's
been published on such sites as: Arsenic Lobster, Mannequin Envy, Opium
Magazine, 42 Opus, 5 Trope and Verdad, and such print journals as:
Asheville Poetry Review, Knock, Neon and VOX. His third chapbook, ghost
diet, is forthcoming with Altered Crow Press. See the extent of his
shenanigans at www.sitrahahra.com.
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