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by SY ROTH
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He performs daily,
nightly when the feeling overwhelms him
in a flying circus of misshapen dreams,
lost in a kaleidoscope of electric misfirings
trapped in his own medulla somnanbula.



He triggers the lights
each visceral flicker arouses something,
a maternal rousing
like a ray of sunlight shaking him
alone in the a.m.,
a light that rests on the lid of a moribund teenager--
florid red, green, amber, yellow lights
lay claims to his dreams,
signal an awakening
then drifts lazily to the sideline
until the next quake.



Images swirl and dance
a gala movie-night opening of multi-colored crystals balls
cheering mobs,
encouragement,
pats on the back
arouse some need to win.
Win what?



Languorous movement to the next level,
exculpatory ejaculation,
pickpocketing the next spindly dollar,
enlivening robotic mantra
culminates in a blossoming mushroom cloud of
SPECTACULAR!
Along with a puffed-out chest of accomplishment.



Rodeo-ride to the next gate--
bucked and fucked into a belief of faux existence
crushed by the lights
diminution of feeling
as his hungry fingers search the keyboard for meaning.



Flaccid brain wants to believe that the next level
will bring it closer to Nirvana--
provide a sense of triumph
give a sense of being.



Wrapped instead in greasy bacon
smothered in polyunsaturated oils
lungs filled with acrid smoke--
he cheers himself on
with wasted, nonredeemable seconds
to fill a cavity
fronting an Erie of unplumbed depths
with the sweet crush of innocence
in place of substance.



   
   

 

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Sy Roth comes riding in and then canters out. Oftentimes, the head is bowed by reality; other times, he is proud to have said something noteworthy. Retired after forty-two years as teacher/school administrator, he now resides in Mount Sinai, far from Moses and the tablets. This has led him to find words for solace. He spends his time writing and playing his guitar. He has published in many online publications such as in Leaves of Ink, Ithaca Lit, Fat City Review, Haggard and Halloo, RAP, Crisis Chronicles, Parentheses, Poet and Geek Magazine, Gloom Cupboard, Pif Magazine, The Circle Review, Poetry Super Highway, Millers Pond Review, Earthborne, Nostrovia, Cyclamens and Swords, The Germ, Rockhurst Review, Wilderness Interface Zone, Red Ochre, Bong is Bard, Danse Macabre, Mel BraKe Press, Larks Fiction Magazine, Exercise Bowler, Otoliths, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, brief, The Weekenders, The Squawk Back, Bareback Magazine, Dead Snakes, Bitchin’ Kitsch, Peripheral Surveys, Scapegoat Review, The Artistic Muse, Inclement, Napalm and Novocain, Euphemism, Humanimalz Literary Journal, Ascent Aspirations, Fowl Feathered Review, Vayavya, Wilderness House Journal, Aberration Labyrinth, Mindless(Muse), Em Dash, Subliminal Interiors, South Townsville Micropoetry Journal, The Penwood Review, The Rampallian, Vox Poetica, Clutching at Straws, Downer Magazine, Full of Crow, Abisinth Literary Review, Every Day Poems, Avalon Literary Review, Napalm and Novocaine, Wilderness House Literary Review, St. Somewhere Journal, Carcinogenic Poetry, The Neglected Ratio, Windmills Magazine and Kerouac’s Dog. One of his poems, Forsaken Man, was selected for Best of 2012 poems in Storm Cycle. Twice selected Poet of the Month in Poetry Super Highway. His work was also read at Palimpsest Poetry Festival in December 2012. He was named Poet of the Month for the month of February in BlogNostics. Included in Poised in Flight and Point Mass anthology published by Kind of Hurricane Press. A Murder of Crows named Poem of the Week in Toucan. Best of Poem selected for inaugural edition of The Second Hump, volume IV. Sy's poem Nakma appears in the December 2013 issue of HelloHorror.



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