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volume 9 number 1
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david mclean April 2012
   

 

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    David McLean is Welsh but has lived in Sweden since 1987. He lives there on a small island in the MÀlaren with woman, weather, boat, dogs and cat. In addition to six chapbooks, McLean is the author of three full-length poetry collections: Cadaver's Dance (Whistling Shade Press, 2008), Pushing Lemmings (Erbacce Press, 2009), and Laughing at Funerals (Epic Rites Press, 2010). More information about David McLean can be found at his blog here:
Mourning Abortion

   

 

evening becomes electric Madonna


evening becomes electric Madonna
and the impassibility of certain passages,

a sun that hides on some other side
and the twelve dull watches of the night

looking for wherever all the hunters are
in the summertime;

evening becomes electric Madonna
and a pilgrimage for all the bare-knuckle boxers:

evening is always growing better,
memory is mostly coffins

copyright 2012 david mclean

   

 

the old man's bones

the old man was made of a number of bones
assembling their displeasure and composing themselves
before the inevitable decomposition of the flesh
and that delightful night that carries with it
the dread certainty of not even gray
not-being forever

just the irrevocable fact of all our human absences
and all these bizarre fantasies of good mother god
are just the weak and the stupid masturbating into socks
too small for the boots a man might wear.

the old man was circumscribed by skin and a body's instinct
knowledge; made of a number of bones his alloted total of days
he knew eternity was not for him, that no birds eternal sing
for things that have stopped living

copyright 2012 david mclean