Issue
 #20 

March
2012


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a poem by John Tustin

THE MOTIONS

Another listless fuck.
Another tasteless cheeseburger.
Another inane sitcom.
Another drowsy idea.

More rain.
More sun.
More lacking.

Waiting for the train.
Walking to the store.

Her dead eyes.
Your languid brushstrokes.

Stab.
Bleed.
Scab.
Heal.
Stab again.

Eat.
Drink.
Piss.
Shit.
Breathe.

Then do that all again.

Do it until
you don't
do it
anymore.

Finally.

© by John Tustin
 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #20 ~ March 2012