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VERNON FRAZER AND MICHELLE GREENBLATT

 

Vernon Frazer has published eight books of poetry and three books of fiction. His work has appeared in Aught, Big Bridge, First Intensity, Jack Magazine, Lost and Found Times, Moria, Miami SunPost, Muse Apprentice Guild, Sidereality, Xstream and many other literary magazines. His most recent works are the long poems Avenue Noir and IMPROVISATIONS, the now-completed work which he introduced in his 2001 reading at the Poetry Project. He is married and lives most of the year in South Florida. 

 

Michelle Greenblatt is a student at Florida Atlantic University and is the new co-poetry editor of "mprsnd".  Her first book brain:storm, will go to press at the beginning of December (Anabasis Press).  She has been published or will be published in these magazines this year: AUGHT, Zafusy, BlazeVOX, X-stream, Word for/ Word, Admit Two, Haggard & Halloo, elimae, The Anemone Sidecar, LitVision, Generator Press, Unlikely Stories, Big Bridge, and Frank's Home.  Her third chapbook (X-press(ed)) will appear in December as well. Michelle will be spotlighted in the February/March 2006 issue of 63 Channels.

 

 

 

 

Winging Through the Deadly Night

 

 

Hostage perimeter central vexation

 

gutters the pits of ancient remorse

 

where shredders

 

                 LOOM

 

                         insensate.

 

Temporal shadows hijack

                              hazel light

 

                                           of

 

 

         simmering inundation fetters

 

         snatching homilies from plural

 

 

vestiges                        FLAUNTING             bivalve cuspidors

 

which swell like city blocks in summer heat

 

                                            & energy density dehorts simile, blackbirds

 

  as             winging through the deadly night,

 

  they           long for metaphorical exhortation

 

  run            from grinning extortion batteries

 

  idly           storing a horticultural surcharge--

 

                                          Water breaks over the

                                          blackness--

 

                                          where, whetting the flavor of

 

my own body

                                                        mercilessly, yearns an italic for a taste of your mercy,

 

                   its metallic sweat an ionized comfort begging

                   through pangs of reciprocity, wet

 

 

tongue on dry knife                     sliding

 

between the creamy                      passion

 

blades of her uninterrupted legs--slathering

 

slime of ancient bitumen pits across voluptuous pituitary submissions,

                            gathering grandly, yet urgently

 

as you ride                              astride my anthracite cries

 

 

in penitence

 

                                             and joy and sometimes wake hard

                                     between my thighs

 

 past my thermonuclear

                                       threnody

 

 

(the choir

for a formless blue self,

                                     the remains of the passion

     to salvage

straining)

                                           mercurial vapors

 

                     rising

 

                                     toward renascent nomenclature,

 

a slow tide, and

 

the breaking brackets of

                                                                   a terrible sweetness

 

--since every minute falls faster as enumerated shadows move into a lit corner of

 

                      gossamer ambiguities, its gravity

                      reveals overtures,

 

a low aside

                                                           aches and crackles above unbearable needs,

 

a

 

                      cackle in the dark chases a racing clock

 

 

past time

's deathly dimensions

 

                                                              the flavor

                                                              of sickly syrup

 

indents another inward sun

 

towards a flood of lightning bolts              clawing at

                                                 their replete measure

 

 

beneath the hitch of a sub gum harness, a treasure deleted among dolts frightening for their dim

forbearance, a pawing disruption no word can savor,

               except for the juice

 

                               leaking its disruption

 

                                                       as their pleasure's

 

 

 

blood, black and brilliant, cindery to

 

the touch, a diminutive saffron, a deliberate cerise,

 

the familiar spirit of the place rests upon stooped shoulders

and    rankled reproduction of

                              fantasian replicas, cranky

      as

                              wet tinder lacking

            testy

     its                      ruddy batons to feed them  

                  toward

                              intuitive graces,

    motion

                              leaving

                                   

   charged                              their detestable bandits

 

 

 

 

 

 

copyright Vernon Frazer & Michelle Greenblatt