THE EXHIBITION
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THE EXHIBITION •
‘Nothinginsomuch’ & ‘Like Chicken Pox or Poison Oak’
Justin M. Bushey is a poet who settled in the DC Metro area after enjoying the adventures and misfortunes from one coast to the other.
Donald Patten is an artist and cartoonist from Belfast, Maine. He produces oil paintings, illustrations, ceramic pieces and graphic novels. His art has been exhibited in galleries across Maine. His online portfolio is donaldlpatten.newgrounds.com/art
Nothinginsomuch
My skin into sleet,
My shivers into sacrilege—
the black ice cuts me
cross-sectioned, leaves
the seconds trembling,
paints me with erudite
wisdom: I sink myself into the
pavement—I wash it away
with whiskey.
My emptiness into air,
My breath into transition—
dreams, then Capitol Hill at
dawn, city bus broken down
on the roundabout—I found
a t-shirt in the snowbank,
once worn by a mystic
who got tired, so
he grew up
and became hard.
Your star sign
into my viewless evening,
My shadow
into your paper-mache winter
when we sat lieless, hands
folded into simile like
paper cups and burnt coffee—
you, the silence of my morning,
and I, pollyanna-inert,
sharing a last stand between
tomorrow and
careless
innuendo.
Like chicken pox or poison oak.
My birds find the dark
imposing—it’s not properly
abstract. You know how it is
when we feel excessively real—
or entirely present. They sing
strange polygons, into and
out like pretense
woven through a plunging sky,
dislocated parallaxis, cold and
somewhat unlike storm gods.
This is how I kill my time in
our suburb persistent
cul-de-sac:
I think about how I remember
you were going to steal a Camaro,
a convertible, transmogrified green,
we’d name her something like
Shameless Reality and
she’d hold 115mph through Middle America
'til we hit the Rockies where the
plunging sky becomes dry land.
They say it’s different when you die out west.
But
my birds will never drown, they
only shudder—they become the
last moment to survive my windowsill
the last moment
into frantic
dawn,
muted,
itinerant,
utterly enthralled by unburdened
second chance.
Justin M. Bushey is a poet who settled in the DC Metro area after enjoying the adventures and misfortunes from one coast to the other.