Darren C. Demaree/ Poetry Spring, 2015

DARREN C. DEMAREE 

 
 
 
 

UNFINISHED MURDER BALLAD: BETWEEN SUMS

 

The language of mathematics really is too perfect to not be the root of damn near everything that matters.  Chop the peppers of a full treasure chest of minuses.  Now, what does that mean?  I don’t know, but there appear to be bodies accumulating everywhere.  Stoke the fires; this severity never appears to be leaning away.  It’s always sharpening itself with our best meat…
 
 

UNFINISHED MURDER BALLAD: I COULD NO MORE HEAL MYSELF

 

One is less than the other.  One can be made to be less.  One can be zeroed…

 

UNFINISHED MURDER BALLAD: MEDICATIONS BY THE BED

 

Frightful sleep and the answer to the whenever comes along, sensing the times and nerve to be comprehensively, excellently savage, when we are shovels with serious things, we tend to bury ourselves.  When others hold the shovel, crush the tiny rocks into a water glass and allow them to drown us the same way Woolf went, angry that it couldn’t happen faster, then those fuckers only pushed us into the cavern we created.  Sober, you may be awful, but awful people tend to live forever…
 
 

UNFINISHED MURDER BALLAD: EACH SIGH

 

Chorus of the resigned, you had this coming…

 
 
RSR pic DDDarren C. Demaree is the author of As We Refer to Our Bodies (8th House, 2013), Temporary Champions (Main Street Rag, 2014), and Not For Art Nor Prayer (8th House, 2015).  He is the managing editor of the Best of the Net Anthology.  Demaree is currently living in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children. Listen to Demaree read his work at our audio series.

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