Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Tag Archive for ‘William Doreski’

Passing Around The Chainsaw

In our first department meeting in the cusp of the new school year, when I pass around the chainsaw to see who handles it well, you grin like a raptor and touch the grisly chain and lick the oil from your fingertips. Ladylike in delicacy, murderous in substance, your expression fouls the room. The others leave, cursing me for introducing this weapon to the agenda. You hum a little mourning […]

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A Gangland Haunting

The corpse of a woman strangled by Whitey Bulger in Southie decades ago has returned to indict me. For what? you ask. For haunting West Broadway bars, for sex in parked cars, for shuffling through eight-to-four workdays without the faintest ambition, for watching fires from a distance, for hearing and admiring false chords. How much timid breathing can a man respect from uncanny distance? No wonder the corpse follows me […]

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