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A Thunderstorm's Sideshow-Poem by David Spicer
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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

A THUNDERSTORM’S SIDESHOW

 

by David Spicer

 

 

I’d offer this rose and its stem

from the mountain as rain smirks

outside this church where I beg

for your pardon. I accept that

I don’t deserve your forgiveness.

Fog lifted from the lighthouse

hours ago, the shoals an enemy

I never understood, and the shutters

are closed, but the white owl is still

my confidante. Our romance, I agree,

was a thunderstorm’s sideshow,

and, taming my horsewhip temper,

you were more patient than a snail.

The winner of our snowball fights

and a board game called Pagans,

you claimed territory with a runner’s

grace, collected rare shells, never asked

me to shine brighter than the promise

you praised. But when the sheriff arrested

me for sucker-punching your brother

on the chin because he sneered

once too often, I embarrassed you

the last time. Now, after my release,

will you welcome me with your black

hair that decorates the wind or suggest

I climb a cliff and imitate a suicidal

painter with his last splash of red gouache?

Oh, you’ll never arrive—it’s no longer

our season—for I’m uglier than the sky.

 

 

 

David Spicer has had poems in Mad Swirl, Reed Magazine, Slim Volume, The Laughing Dog, In Between Hangovers, The American Poetry Review, Easy Street, Ploughshares, Bad Acid Laboratories, Inc., Dead Snakes, and in A Galaxy of Starfish: An Anthology of Modern Surrealism (Salo Press, 2016). He has been nominated for a Pushcart, is the author of one full-length collection of poems and four chapbooks, and is the former editor of Raccoon, Outlaw, and Ion Books. He lives in Memphis, Tennessee. On Wednesdays, he's a misanthrope.

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