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Little Town Saints Randy Ford – Faculty I am knocked alone and disposed from artificial life, Going to the place where I am manageable, And I can hear background music. Put into a trance mix like lovers will Not kind in heart or head. Looking backwards and forwards Into that glooming not seeing who I was Or what I could be. (Just what I have become), Soft sound resonates and plays lightly as I stay And drain blood onto paper and dreams. Never to be given a song, holding back, Not being there. He had a song and It was your song too. Walking home Down straight roads appearing and Disappearing, making it home alone, Drawing parallels, looking back in night’s air, Seeing the little towns glow, Always Measuring metrically, spiritually, soulfully, My little town saint. Leaning back In my chair on casual Friday recalling Those fresh faces putting them into grey Matter where they belong and where They will remain until I see an image That brings to mind their hue, I see there is no sway, Just lurid hearts peeking over my shoulder, In the place with my little town saint. 52
53 Bed Check Andrew B. Preslar – Faculty for my Louis— with daring hope, and trepidation After the crest breaks and thunders down into the shadows in the corner across from the eastern window, moving like the treacherously deceptive drift of spume above a cold green current that would unaware draw me as so much krill into the insatiable maw of the leviathan, into a depth without light or air, should it, so disinterested, even consent to take me at all, before my eyes can open, I struggle against my body’s inertness, the sleep paralysis, and I feel the presence, the moisture of fear like the rank shingle, hissing, dully luminescent from the corruption breathing through to the surface, revealing nothing of the gasping shapes just beneath, smelling of dead and dying creatures consigned to the dank blackness that would accept all, the promise of drowning itself insubstantial as a fleck of grey foam floating on the press and heave I didn’t lose him— I strain not to inhale as I rise into awareness, strain to hear his breath over hers, under the tympani of my own rushing blood, while the next crest gathers itself into a shapeless mass of terror rising amorphous, a demagorgon to break upon me in a violent overthrow, or perhaps to simply resolve itself into a hiss within which I sink without resistance, again to depend from the inexorable wave of despair, relentless, grinding even the stones into grains of corrosive sand, ubiquitous and unarguable emblems of the final doom: but I will; it is inevitable, and she and I will be overborne by it, all our love and terror, all our hopes, the pitiful straws we clutched, thrown down and utterly annihilated by it . . . today I did not hold his hand (he is getting so big! last year’s teacher says through an artificial smile as she rushes past us through the bank of automatic glass doors into the parking lot) and only moments later in housewares I turned and he was gone, flitting, elusive, a flash of scarlet the color of his light-up shoes, the fading sound of his abrupt, self-pleased laughter sinking indistinguishable into the murmur of the demanding dead moving through the toxic bowels of the giant concrete and steel box, the voices of the women in my wife’s support network tinny and distant in my ears, their heads nodding sagely they usually start around eight; if he hasn’t done it yet, he will run— they all run I found him standing in front of a peg rack on which hung a silvery plasticized cap pistol newer than the one he surreptitiously slips under his Spiderman pillow every night; he was smiling his enigmatic smile, reveling in his moment of solitary pleasure into which no adult voices could penetrate. 53
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