2 Poems: “Eve of the Carnival” & “Gunpowder Mask”
Brandon Amico
but there’s always yesterday too,
which is tomorrow. Where can I go
then, with a new face, another name,
but there’s always yesterday too,
which is tomorrow. Where can I go
then, with a new face, another name,
If you resemble… A ghost, Then… Ask the smoke how to Magnetize your skin
of fatigue, of frost
of taking right turns
around the same block for days
for the Memory of a Birthday dying
the mechanism of every second pulling you in uncountable directions. the progress of spinning in place, the trek through the same footprints you’ve worn into memory—and then you open your eyes
There is no Flash Gordon, only this space
ship swiveling back and forth in an arena
of stars that are not stars but pixels flickering,
an illusion of movement.
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