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    Junkyard Ghost Revival
    Junkyard Ghost Revival
    Junkyard Ghost Revival
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    Junkyard Ghost Revival

    By Derrick Brown, Buddy Wakefield and Anis Mojgani

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    This book contains poetry from a small team of wildly unique, talented and award-winning authors who have been touring the world for years. They have united for a once in a lifetime tour to perform their work and to charge the hearts of America with gut-splitting, lust wrangling, socially active verse. This is the Junkyard Ghost Revival.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWrite Bloody Publishing
    Release dateAug 13, 2010
    ISBN9781935904540
    Junkyard Ghost Revival
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    Derrick Brown

    DERRICK c. BROWN is the winner of the 2013 Texas Book of The Year award for Poetry. He is a former paratrooper for the 82nd airborne and is the president of one of what Forbes and Filter Magazine call "...one of the best independent presses in the country", Write Bloody Publishing. He is the author of four books of poetry

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      Junkyard Ghost Revival - Derrick Brown

      Revival

      Anis Mojgani

      the elephant woman

      her skin is thick to touch and hangs full

      filled

      with

      the people that have touched it

      she likes to pick flowers

      she knows the Latin names of them

      she sings

      to no one in the morning

      her voice is a vase

      filled with beautiful water

      that if it didn’t sit so still

      would be trembling

      her heart is a leaf

      her heart is a petal

      this world is a windy one

      her love is a matchstick

      lit

      she holds her body close around it

      she can tell you the names of all the bones inside your body

      she practices protection

      she practices the piano

      touching the keys of ivory

      with a longing to swallow them

      and have them return to her

      the parts that were taken by so many hunters

      this is her day

      this is a song she jumps to snatch

      her throat is soft

      and it curls as she sleeps

      reaching for the water in the sky

      the water hanging off the leaves

      and the water

      deep in the earth

      that moves

      and moves

      in the dirt

      Iran

      My father’s homeland is desperate for God?

      the veins of mother scream for one

      tell me your country can do the same

      one founded on the burning of bones

      one that is as empty as the weeks

      our eyes bones and souls are hollow

      who are you

      American who are you?

      you have dropped your children

      as fast as everyone else has

      then sink into the soft skulls of round daughters

      daring to claim your index finger is more valiant

      than anyone else’s that you point at

      I could lick my tongue across your arms

      and send echoes like woodpeckers through you

      and you say we are desperate for God?

      yes we are

      for in a world that is ruled

      by a country that measures its men by the length of the skirts of the women they fuck

      are we not all?

      prove to me

      that your arms are as beautiful as they could be

      prove to me

      that you do not not wish mine to be such

      I can see it in your eyes

      you hate me

      I hate you too

      for you are as little as I am

      and this god-

      this holy schizm of pathos pearls bunk bread and broken oven gold

      this thing we clamor to climb over

      is a yellow daisy in the breeze towering over us all

      we are speck

      pebble dust

      and fractions of water and wind

      we cut out our tongues to talk

      and then use the black holes our mouths become

      to measure the weight of our own blood

      compared to others

      how holy this is

      how holy

      it is to bleed

      the camera

      The camera could erase all memories the people in front of it

      shared of one another. The young man in the dark uniform

      smiled at the young girl beside him. "Now I won’t have to

      remember the time we were in bed and I told you I still

      loved you and you sighed in exasperation. And you won’t

      have to think of the ones before you or of the pictures you found.

      And we can just ride bicycles to the park. Wipe the crumbs off

      each other’s cheeks and lay upon each other without worry of

      sex or sleep or love or leaving." She smiled and nodded, touched his arm.

      The photographer started reading a magazine. The girl suddenly looked perplexed.

      "But remember when you taught me to whistle? And the time you came home

      to your new house and I had already decorated it for you? The basket

      of stones, the hanging metal airplane? The wooden cowboy painting?

      Remember when you came to christmas at my mother’s and while she

      and my aunt slept down the hall we loved one another in front of the TV?

      How we started making out in the car in that empty bus station parking lot?"

      The photographer looked up from his article. "I remember. But remember

      when you left my place only to sit in the curb around the corner bawling?

      Remember the ache the empty? Yes," she said softly. He pulled his ear.

      "Remember the birthday party you threw me? And how you were the one girl

      that finally got me on a roller coaster? She laughed. Then stopped. Remember

      when you came over only to end up fighting with one another and afterwards

      we lay next to one another all night like yardsticks and decided to stop seeing

      each other? Yes but remember how we both felt like such shit the next day

      over how unhappy we suddenly were that we decided that was silly

      and got back together? She paused. Remember Hawaii?" He smiled.

      And looked up. She brushed something from his brow. The sun crept

      through the window. The photographer decided to put some coffee on.

      "The winter we first met was so cold. I had no heat, no bed. You slept next to me

      on that old

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