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Abraham Deathswitch

Mark Fleury

The way shore’s
Outside the ocean,

Mandala’s the bottom
Of a spine, and every

Syllable is an Angel.
Take Abraham Deathswitch.

His heart dipped in gold
Like an Easter egg, the length

Of his stoning
The height of the bunk bed

Where he sat, pulled by the strings
Of his Master: Head, who gets mad at

Those who use the word “tripping”
And don’t really know

What it means. Abe let himself
Be a dopey goof

For the friends below him.
Convinced his thoughts to become

Fascination with stereo lights:
Electric red drool.

For Dealer Head to laugh at.

*

Abraham Deathswitch’s

Dearest pal, Gary Eggday,
Who couldn’t find a drum

Big enough to match his heart,
Was there, hub of the ceremony,

Not wanting to “freak out”
Anyone in the dorm room.

Unlike Abe, Gary’s parents
Didn’t admit they were broken,

So little Eggday sat
At the top of the basement stairs,

In a house that kept getting emptier,
Staring at Dad’s gray lunchbox

On the kitchen counter, dully
Reflecting the living room’s

Christmas tree lights.
“Now I don’t want to fly,”

He says to Abe, “I just want to control
This whole Vampire Scene.”

He can smell the breath
Of God when he’s hammered.

*

Belinda Earlybird, Abraham
Deathswitch’s future bride,

Smiling like she’s about
To sneeze, meditates against

The wall. She’s turned Abe’s
Past into now and exposed Eggday

As the part of them depending
On the outside world – self defense –

Who must be opened
Like Dad’s lunchbox with a note

From his wife that makes him cry
That says she wants to work it out.

“Only together
Are we the saved serpent;

I’ll be the head. You’re heart.”
I continue: I am the center

Of devotion to you, and you
Are the activity of real world

Knowledge, separate from me.

*

Abraham Deathswitch

Could’ve led the party line
With his hacky sack smile.

Deadhead costume is easy
To replace with a business suit.

But his cosmic self
Is the opposite of him. FEELING

Unadorned with cowboy logic.
It’s only after all the escape plans

Have failed: knock knock to find
The song’s source with all

The awkwardness of skeletal
Public nakedness; redness

Of heart seen.

*

I didn’t know you were into that.
I thought the weight loss was from

Living off of peanut butter sandwiches,
Not a friendship with Blake.

Enough to change a life.
I know my rights.

I saw myself again years later,
Name changed again,

To Smilin’ Sinus,
Finally too tired to hide.

An accident had just been cleared

From my throat via breath,
And I hardly recognized myself.

Feelingd from the book of yellow
Sunlight.

Kitchen of a heart party,
Wearing my own Love’s

Black leather jacket.
She, Angel-gendered,

Belinda Earlybird, said,
“Just put the faced Sunbook

On the top of the rest.
Earth is masculine. Air

Is feminine. You are the feeling
In the thought that comes

From my head. Together we can breathe
Under this ocean. It’ll be up to you

To show me the way out.”

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