Ed Pavlic teaches in the English Department at Union
College in Schenectady, New York. His critical and creative work has recently appeared (or
will soon appear) in African-American Review, A Gathering of the Tribes, Black Warrior
Review, Colorado Review, Cross-Cultural Poetics, DoubleTake, Indiana Review, and Open
City.
Full Blown
that thing he strapped on
was alive a torn aorta sun spots
& arcs in a
magnetic fog when he wakes
off shore Procyon hovers
& waits for Sirius
to show after ten minutes
they can't talk
over it
after thirty they can't
see thru it the crowd just
wants it
to go away their heads wag
they moan a guffaw
lips move
but they don't hear themselves
everyone leaves backs
slumped waves
roll past a flailing
man on their way out
to shore
a waitress tips out three ways:
nada nada de nada bar
tender's hot
don't nobody drink from
the blue rail of darkness
hours
later from behind
dark shades he whispers
into the mic
