Poetry Issue 8

   Issue # 8: July - December 2007

Jose Perez Beduya


State of Emergency


      Crowd-drift goes
      Into error

      Gets
      Paid on a Thursday

      Assumes positional
      Asphyxia

      Contained within four
      White horses

      Sharp pills under the pillow
      Tethered to the museum

      The sun a yellow
      Hammer let go

      In the name of god
      The sun again

      Pissing all day in the snow
      So much laughter

      Thrown clear of cars
      The massive days misbehave

      The leaves fall
      We die but we do

      Not sleep
      We watch and watch

      For the changes
      We make ten copies of the morning