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"Stop the Out"

By David McNicholas

hangs on the wall, snow. a tidal wave,

pages of a blank          text hide the machine.

a dancing projector, hydrated lung foam. the sea

imposing fragments, dredged your still life.

the bowl of vertical feeling, move from one deep vein.

have washed up. so, we are here. what They can, would forever

pin themselves down. come and sit for awhile, ceiling mounted apparition.

up in suburban rigid geometry, pure gold on the surface, things from the star.

 

name swells rise to the surface.

these shapes both the flow of themselves,

promise, century a crowbar to undermine,

whether whether, by thousands,

forward in support, pestiferous questions, hesitant concerns,

but There will always turn, break open.

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About the Artist

David John Baer McNicholas is from a working-class background. He has been on travel in New Mexico for three years. He is the author of the novel Lemons: In an Orchard, and operates the nascent imprint ghostofamerica ltd co (Anarchy, Abolition, Art). He is currently at home studying for his BFA in Creative Writing and AA in Native Studies at the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe while reading CNF for BendingGenres.com. His linked CV can be found at ghostofamerica.net. David loves doom jazz, tostones, and absurdist films.

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