Welcome/Bienvenido/Benvingut
Welcome/Bienvenido/Benvingut

Welcome to the Writer's Place: Monster in the Upstart

This is tread ice, this line, see
a trifle of waited birds steely wheel
themselves toward the door.
Oh another time!
My biding tick slow unbinds and
knocks at many windows.
My vying has uses. Talons?
Feinting faint anon, let me in,
let me disgust you, que je dorme!

The eyes are disturbing, the veil
is human, but the speak is an insect
swarm coughed at milk moon.

This is thin, tread ice, better
harshly chopped in response by
sealed passes pages, than heated
by a warm pity galoshed through
the atoms of a name,
setting it aside, diverging,
chaperoned into nothing like
the product of chewed nails, fallen
hairs, picked-at noses,
and my name, itself, toward the door.


Ray Succre (raysuccre@hotmail.com)


Sent on 11th January, 2008


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About the Author:



Ray Succre currently lives on the southern Oregon coast with his wife and baby son. He has been published in Aesthetica, Coconut, and Pank, as well as in numerous others across as many countries. He tries hard.

For inquiry, publication history, and information, visit me online: http://raysuccre.blogspot.com





 
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