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« on: October 27, 2007, 06:15:48 PM »

I may have posted this before, but what the who. This is getting published in my university writing magazine soon. It's not the biggest of deals, but it counts as an official journey, and a copy is sent to the records place in London that keeps every book ever published on record. Anyway, here it is:

Tunnels
By David Owen

I

Joan is having trouble with her soul.
Now that she is alone
she finds solace in a pen,
but cannot stop her soul from dribbling
out of her thumb onto the page.
Joan knows it is not proper
to speak of one’s soul. Instead
she will write of that other personal matter:
Sex.

II

Henry is thinking about anal sex.
The London Underground often causes this.
Perhaps it is the summer heat,
the shape of his daughter’s thighs,
the smooth trains slipping into dark tunnels.
A woman’s voice drips from the tannoy,
‘The next station is: Anal Sex.’
Henry sighs, and mops his brow.

III

Maureen is placing the top layer of a wedding cake
into her freezer. It will not fit
alongside the butt of a six-foot sub
lifted from an emptied conference room,
the bowl of birthday jelly
frozen solid like a birdbath in winter.
Maureen will not remember
that her grandchildren aren’t coming
to finger the treats she has saved.

IV

Sal is eating a bag of chips
with mushy peas.
She is propped on a toilet cistern,
a man slowly bowing into darkness between her thighs.
Sal is empty,
a slick pink sac of skin.
The man will be birthed onto the floor,
hand her a ten pound note from his pocket.
Sal will feel nothing.
She has missed the nightbus.


Copyright and such 2007 :P
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« Reply #1 on: December 12, 2007, 03:33:51 PM »

I like it. It's got this very matter of fact voice to it. The second part is my favorite. Have you submitted this anywhere?
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