still
life with sunflower
by
Jack T. Marlowe
o
yellow
corpse
of
summer
roadside
martyr
now
re-
born
on
a
kitchen
table
a
mere
parasol
for
coffee
and
cig-
arettes
your
sad
petals
begin
to
shed
the
pretense
of
light
but
the
flies
still
love
your
fading
sunset
face
and
your
killer
faithfully
tends
to
your
yet
undying
thirst
big
dreams, small change
by
Jack T. Marlowe
wanderlust:
you
can
domesticate
that
big dog
but
the wild
yearning
for
the
open road
cannot
be
bred
out of
his
genes
sniffing
at
the
tracks of
freedom,
his
instincts
urge
him
to follow
but
he is made
obedient
by
insufficiency
a
short leash
held
by
the
tight fist of
responsibility
his
master's
voice
is not
reassuring
it
is not
consolation
it
is imbalance:
the
deficit
between
big
dreams
and
small
change
between
the
bark of
have
and
the
bite of
have
not
the
big dog's
ears
droop
his
tail
does
not
wag
he
digs
holes
in the
ground
of
obligation
and
buries
the
bones of
his
dead
aspirations
perhaps
another
day
he
thinks
i
will dig them
back
up and
chew
on them
for
awhile
bio:
Jack
T. Marlowe is a gentleman rogue from Dallas, TX. A writer
of
poetry and fiction and a veteran of the open mic, his work has
appeared
in Handful of Dust, Visceral Uterus, Red Fez, Thunder
Sandwich,
Napalm and Novocain, Underground Voices
and else-
where.
Jack is also the mad editor of Gutter Eloquence Magazine
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