Drawer Droppin
It was there in the middle of the nowhere floor it seem in the middle of the room. Find. Don’t. Happen. Never did do it before again. If she did. Put it on top not lean over for heavy. Back scared. She did. No. Maybe. Lookin in the wrong place as usual instead of open palm, arm, a look, book, door slam, shoulder lift, tight open lip- O. Generous.
Big City
Too much, juice in fact, wallowing , careful. What to do with wallow juice. Put hands in it on. Dump over head. You know keepers weepers. Tragic. Old clothes in drawer on floor. Sortin mundane. Tree sky leaf. Peel back the layers blue boy. It’s there in plain hide and seek. Turn on Chopin. Quick fix.
Italy
Another gathering place amid watery street juice far from home on the range, all sort of comfortable, none the less sweet stuff, what to do. Much old makes the new seem obsolete unnecessary or at least the same. Inside. He said old is better where new is from. Course. New too new. Need more old. Stop. Just as hard to find. Bach is outside. Go play.
Love
Not long lasting effect always, a temporary one is nice. Gimme. Go deep. Chopin Bach touch akin to long lasting one. When and if you do too much back rubs ad naseum or broke piano thumb, different look then. She did. Don’t worry, plenty ofjuice where that come from when grief sits on head. He don’t call come home. Slow learner. Skin the grape drawer , rock leaf tree sky. Plenty. Go play.
Backyard
New in old for making things, many smart in place of plenty stupid. Your basic juice department. Makins will be much better in the final art department once your brain kicks into recognizing find object turns tire and cellophane into gold. Chopin. His nose, yours. Listen: tree, leaf , rose, weed, chair. More. Curl on head nose on keys. Gold.
Gold
Overly activated simulated distillated, not enough. A way of life, it, juice. A long walk off a tight plank in the middle of the night, even. She wants goes gets then . Make no sense. Scared. All consuming, make things take energy, please do. Find found object, wander explore, kiss, don’t think couch potato don’t find much, juice for found objective to stack seem it take juice to think. Even. Please. Italy is close to dear founds please go there if you’ve done it right you won’t get near that all day tv show on your bed sofa for puffy ankle red dot on your nearly dead no juice behind, sit on for all day tv show. Please. At all costs even in the middle of the night when your brain sees many heads blow off ketchup explosion spinning that might be the time to put the lock on drawer looking for juice peeling in the middle of the night in the wrong place. Chopin. Cake.
Neila Mezynski is author of Glimpses and A Story (2013) from Scrambler Books; pamphlets from Greying Ghost Press; echapbooks from Radioactive Moat Press and Patasola Press; chapbooks from Folded Word Press, Men Who Understand Girls, (2012), Nap Chapbook, Floaters , (2012); Deadly Chaps Press, Dancers On Rock, (2011), Warriors , 2013), Mondo Bummer , Meticulous Man (2012), Mud Luscious Press, At The Beach (2011).