"Lost Assassin" by Slyvanie.
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UP AGAINST IT
by Ephraim Scott Sommers
We drink and drink as if rebellion has a body.
Never a wall around the outside world so infinite
as ours, we discover, and not any one particular gap
in the pavement or any one particular face, not the Creature
or War Child stitched across our hoodies, the day
we set each other on fire and swan-dive off the Avila docks,
or the way the trucks on the skateboard Kenny swings sound
against Adobe Dan’s jaw, not our hands knocking together
which become for us a constitution we will stuff into our mouths
and rumble forward grunting. We drink. Never an enemy so infinite
as ours, and not how it will dump us into County, into cashiers,
into cement mixers and lumber trucks, into alcoholics or Afghanistan,
not how we never get caught for when we whisper a bulldozer
beneath the surface of the Salinas River or when we ease
a severed donkey-head into the public pool and call it a win,
but more the way we discover something named Adobe Dan is
a granite we can never be, and no matter how ruthless and cheap
the jeans, the knees, the bolt-cutters, the shoulders, the bones,
the chisels, the ball-peens, the paint buckets and the pipe
wrenches we throw against it, the fucker never goes down.
So we have played our nights like a game of brutal dice
in the out-of-pocket way, something has forced us to eat
our own teeth, and now we worship, finally, at the cup of gravel
and loss because submission, too, is a body, and it swallows us all.
A singer and guitar player, Ephraim Scott Sommers was born in Atascadero, California. Recent poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, Prairie Schooner, Thrush, TriQuarterly, Verse Daily, Zone 3, and elsewhere. He currently teaches creative writing at Western Michigan University where he is finishing his PhD. For music and poetry, please visit: www.reverbnation.com/ephraimscottsommers.
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