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November 27, 2023
"Mes de los Muertos"

Furnace of Guts

By Mather Schneider

Furnace of Guts

Reading Cioran with dirty bare feet
his words crisp as fried crickets

his thought a bottomless well
echoing with the gall
of fallen prophets

the floor-fan's hell-breath on me
this sweat-house I wait in
this "furnace of guts"

and outside on the Hermosillo street
a wall of flame and light so bright
you can see the bones of the dogs too tired
to yawn
their shadows like pools of blood

I do not flatter suicide

I shut my eyes and see
strawberries and cream
meat and nopalitos
my silly wrinkled dick rising
like a dandelion on a salt field

Cioran said love is the lie
within the lie

I can't argue
or deny

Article © Mather Schneider. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-02-22
Image(s) are public domain.
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