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Of—(Stream of Consciousness)
Of hashtags and posts on instagram Of pinterest recipes and days spent reading She salted and burned the bones of the ghosts of Christmas Past and Future She lived in the now and now she’s gone So I haven't the heart to summon the spirit of all those blessed cramped-car cuddles and parking lot lovings It isn’t what she would want
-Preston Hagerman
The Mirror Is Laughing At Me
“Rolley Polley, Preston. Holy crap, you’ve gotten fat,” Says Black Toothed Bill in his skid-stained skivvies Though I brush it off and push it off to the side, this insult I find my mind obsessing at times in mirrors and storefront windows There’s always room for improvement and I could do better but why bother to seek to be hotter, because no matter what I do the mirror will be laughing at me --Preston Hagerman
Liquorless Hangover
Slivers of pre-dawn light slip though the plastic shades of my musky motel and shimmer about the floor The brightness hurts my eyes but I’m too drunk to do anything about it --Preston Hagerman
Liquorless Hangover
Slivers of pre-dawn light slip though the plastic shades of my musky motel and shimmer about the floor The brightness hurts my eyes but I’m too drunk to do anything about it --Preston Hagerman
Just Ride It Out, Dude
My friend, I would absorb your plight if only I could for I know how it rules you but let not your dreams’ deaths stay dead like the long absent father of joy Grow strong, grow tall, and grow wise to the telltales of delusionary lore for we both know that the Tree of Life bears many fruit but too little good it does for the carnivorous hearts of men like us for no salt of the earth can please our tongue, no river of joy can satiate our thirst and no well-intended lie can ease the terrifying truth that we are utterly incurable --Preston Hagerman
THE INFECTION IS SPREADING
Thinning diaphanous patience with Increasing fixation to alter irremediable truths of the retroperitoneal void; the black organic hole of misery that sucks-like a raven black laden reaper-from happy rooms of more fortunate men the life force that keeps them smiling
No soul alone can escape the great magnetic pull of this pessimistic human vacuum for despondency is a contagion without comfort or cure and the infection is spreading
T H E I N F E C T I O N
I S S P R E A D I N G
—Preston Hagerman
Stream IV
We’re terminal —by “we” I might mean you and I and everyone in between but sadly we is reserve for she and I and the end is not another beginning No doors open when the Hellsmouth shuts its jaw For when the dybukk is locked in the Hebrew –laden box there he shall remain—forever… --Preston Hagerman
Self-Control
Razor nails of digits clenching sweaty palms quivering knees plant my frame at still posture with water fall b.p. on the rise and trembling jaw beneath a dome of hazy sight by twitching lids Dual whisper evil cricket voices voicing theirs and my desire to finally act I just need a cold shower... --Preston Hagerman
