Poem by Walter Ruhlmann

 

A Screwdriver Right in the Heart

I will never wait for you to succumb,
to suffocate under the weight of doubts
and pains,
hepatic or lymphatic;
wait for your liver to explode after the Saturday night’s feasts,
mystical fries-up, fat sandwiches, ice-cream galore.

Your driving is often clumsy,
the bend taken breathes in death at full lungs
and the tree facing you, the friend of the squirrels and woodlice,
could make a nice coffin for you,
a cheap sarcophagus –
he said no oak: pine, beech or mulberry.

Inhaling the smoke by all the orifices,
your ass permanently plugged on the glistening anthills,
tickled from the thighs to the neck,
anus swollen by the bugs’ bites,
or the dick of your contemporaries:
go fuck yourself.

I will never wait for your tomb to be dug,
these hecatombs correct my wrongs,
my missteps, these semblances of thoughts
stained with nicotine, wear, urine, cement dust:
I will shorten your cries, your fears and suffering,
I will stick a screwdriver right in your heart.

 

Walter Ruhlmann works as an English teacher, edits Datura, Beakful and Urtica. He has published over twenty chapbooks and poetry collections both in French and English, and hundreds of poems worldwide.

Glenn Bowie is a published poet, lyricist and photographer from the Boston area. He also owns and operates an elevator company that supplies custom-built elevators for clients from New England to Hollywood. Author of two poetry and photograph collections (Under the Weight of Whispers and Into the Thorns and Honey) on Big Table Publishing, he donates all profits from his books to various charities for the homeless and local animal shelters. Glenn is also the official photographer for the Newton Writing and Publishing Center.

 

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