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loser

Shannon Peil — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 23:41:24 +0000

unplanned obsolescence
has polished off his antique;

shops around for the latest
—comes with everything; but
will settle with a basic
…

once the indie goes
mainstream.
yet, that depends …

when she writes ….

© Devin Wayne Davis, 2010

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augur(y)

Shannon Peil — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 01:19:41 +0000

if i were a
laureate–a poet; on the rag
… and was asked

—i’d be darned,
thinking about how

greek lincoln seems,
on all the heavenly pennies;
and ‘roman,’ truman; even

before i scored, moved
that gettysburg address
off the internet

—pasted it,
word for word, into word
and then printed it at work,

‘cause
the color doesn’t run
…

(brother) …
say my parenthetical prayers
… prepare

docket on high and low
tide. bidin’ time …

‘during this
not-so-great depression—
quoting steinbeck &
f.d.r.;

looking over world war
—the korean war, too …

having started my fire
-side chat, i would
transform
from historian

into editor
of our past mistakes.

but, always keep
the drafts
in a safe place …

for generations to come.

© Devin Wayne Davis, 2010

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buried

Shannon Peil — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 18:17:42 +0000

don’t
young
ones take root
where
the old oak has
fallen?
is

the
soil poisoned
with
rotten wood …

was
solid ground
robbed
of its very fertility—

or
strangled, for
all
the opportunity?

© Devin Wayne Davis, 2009

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addict

Shannon Peil — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 20:22:30 +0000

bucking fukowski …
his goddamn publisher put out
an old manuscript as a new
book.

and i got it,
even if nobody else did

—but they probably received
review copies … how

could he have written
such ridiculous shit—?

i mean more
shit—he’s
dead. yet,

the bastard keeps coming
up with it …

getting his
kicks

… pity, isn’t
him

that’s rich.

© Devin Wayne Davis, 2009

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jungle

Shannon Peil — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 17:27:14 +0000

shade,
with pencil …
i have

to stay here,
since this darkness
overcame us.

and, time turned
into a term
for both
day and night.

how long
before the
leaves, where

we two
orange fruits
hang

–four-flights up,
splay …

gray in the morning
mist.

a roaring
pride of toilets
sit–steel, lidless …

in each cell.
restless strangers
are locked in

a walk-in
closet …

it holds no
change
of clothes.

& danger
lines

up one-
full-hour
for a shower …

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puss

Shannon Peil — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 03:30:32 +0000

heel;
i sit. with

my asshole
on the ice-cold
sidewalk,
like a good doggie.

she ignores me—
except that she has let me out
on an adequate length of
leash.

this is the essence of
obedience.

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airy

Shannon Peil — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 18:55:48 +0000

going
to be six,

my daughter
has a secret. it’s not
like she can keep this one…

her mother has
said she shouldn’t

talk about the family
friend—a man, i’ve never met

—because mentioning his name
will make me mad