| Joe Quinn is a 29 year old poet living in Kentucky. His second collection, "Love Story in Braille", is currently available online at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and at stores.lulu.com/welcomehomeironlung. More information as well as samples and photography are available at welcomehomeironlung.com. |
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| miss xanax She says "you don't have to watch" As she gets things ready Cellophane wrapper from a cigarette pack A lighter A cut straw The pills She says "you don't have to watch But I need to do this" Takes the pills Places them on the glass top table Places the cellophane wrapper over them Slides the lighter in slight crunches The pale pink pills turn to dust She says "you're not going to cry are you?" She takes an ID in which she's smiling Says she's an organ donor But she won't give me her heart The card cuts lines Leaves trails of thin dust behind Dirty honey hair hangs down to the glass And the straw jerks moving slow and then fast She says "you're not going to cry are you?" I lie to her for the first time |
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| helen of troy I don't know how to get what I want cause you don't know what you want but I wish you'd just steal my fucking heart and run with it take me to the ocean take your sweet time take whatever all these sleepless people would consider a crime make me feel alive I will fall to you open my city wide and call to you take me over take me over I will wave this gas soaked flag before your burning eyes |
| silver bullets for everyone tear the meat from the bones of these dreams and place it firmly in your mouth let it crash against your teeth like the tides to the beach and what's left let the water carry it out and if it changes color if it's litmus we'll find synonyms for these simple crayons name our children after them and raise them like flags are we wolves? she asks we come in packs crayons in our youth cigarettes as we burn out are we animals? she cries beautiful in the moonlight silver bullets for everyone |