The Room Of Mediation by Michael Brownstein
THE ROOM OF MEDIATION I no longer can tolerate this repetition of speech as if As if You only visit the stone room. The stone room? The whisky spit, the beer gallows, the wine cells, vodka vodka, The noisy space of drunks Crushing the night with loudness and crow caws, Off-colored perfume breath, Off-colored odors of body Too much of all things. Oh. Son, "oh" is not enough. "Oh" is all I have. The stone room is only one room from the bone board And the bone board is too close to the sea. You cannot swim. I have seen men drown is the flesh of air, Blood from carcasses and corpses, Broken glass and shards of shell. Oh. Michael H. Brownstein has been widely published throughout the small and literary presses. His work has appeared in The Café Review, American Letters and Commentary, Skidrow Penthouse, Xavier Review, Hotel Amerika, Free Lunch, Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Po...