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	<title>Unshod Quills &#187; Chad Reynolds</title>
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		<title>Chad Reynolds</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oregon poet Chad Reynolds Vegan Warning &#8211; on beasts Don’t give your heart to a vegetarian. They think meat is gross. CR Bellhop For Your Baggage &#8211; on transportation You begin by holding the handbag But the luggage multiplies In your sweaty grasp Piling upon your shoulders &#8217;til face and knees are sagging All for [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4><strong>Oregon poet Chad Reynolds</strong></h4>
<div id="attachment_227" style="width: 490px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><a href="http://www.literaryorphans.org/rookery/UnshodQuills/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/whenwetwoparted-image.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-227" title="whenwetwoparted image" src="http://www.literaryorphans.org/rookery/UnshodQuills/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/whenwetwoparted-image.jpg" alt="" width="480" height="360" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">photo: Chad Reynolds on &quot;When We Two Parted&quot;</p></div>
<h4>Vegan Warning</h4>
<h6>&#8211; on beasts</h6>
<p>Don’t give your heart to a vegetarian. They think meat is gross.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:underline;">CR</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><br />
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<h4>Bellhop For Your Baggage</h4>
<h6>&#8211; on transportation</h6>
<p>You begin by holding the handbag<br />
But the luggage multiplies<br />
In your sweaty grasp<br />
Piling upon your shoulders<br />
&#8217;til face and knees are sagging<br />
All for the price of shagging,<br />
Degraded from knight to squire<br />
All for dread Desire<br />
But a bell&#8217;s hop between<br />
True love and valet<br />
Loaded down with<br />
Purest Samsonite<br />
Unpacking damage<br />
On snake skin scales<br />
A contest of scars<br />
When you could be<br />
Sharing the stars<br />
They carry on<br />
And on and on<br />
Dirty laundry packed away<br />
For ease of burden<br />
Heedless of the things we belong to<br />
Our own faded treasures<br />
Chained to our soul<br />
Cargo of stacked satchels<br />
In a lake of Merlot<br />
Trunks within trunks<br />
Faces in valises<br />
Every love lost<br />
Butchered in my memory<br />
Fine limbs folded<br />
In Louis Vitton<br />
Chunks shopped from the past<br />
Packed for posterity<br />
Patched with everywhere you&#8217;ve been<br />
The place where you drag it all out<br />
And put it away<br />
Is the place you call Home</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:underline;">CR</span></p>
<h4>Panning For Gloss</h4>
<h6>-on lipstick</h6>
<p>Fantasy becomes history<br />
Scripting out the history<br />
Technicolor tapestries<br />
Factory made beauty&#8217;s mastery<br />
The surface is the max factor<br />
The only honest man an actor<br />
Celluloid mask on our memories<br />
Liquid glass within all mammaries<br />
Mundane superficialities<br />
Dominate our realities<br />
13 channels of shit on the TV<br />
Commercial breaks won&#8217;t set us free<br />
Seeking true connections<br />
With electric reflections<br />
We fuck and fight and die<br />
Before a cold glass eye<br />
As absent as the god that made us<br />
Plastic ideals degrade us<br />
No brave new world arises<br />
Another coat of shit on the same old crisis</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:underline;">CR</span></p>
<h4>Author Biography</h4>
<p>Chad Reynolds is a cornfed madman with a heart of gold. Born in Kansas and bred in Las Vegas, he currently lives in Salem, Oregon with his cat Lazarus. He has been writing and performing poetry since 1985. Chad is a member of the Unshod Quills Writers Collective.</p>
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