No Color Here

By David Brennan

(Behind a backlit screen stand the shadow figures of two men. While the narrator speaks the men repeat these three actions, in random order:

  1. 1. They kiss passionately.
  2. 2. They draw swords and fight.
  3. 3. They separate. They converge. They wail like dogs.)

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NARRATOR

His songs of war

Are casually mistaken

For songs of calm amor.

*

Like a dog’s urinations,

Here

Is his territory.

*

His songs have earned

A remote celebrity.

He won’t sign autographs.

*

He is Danish.

That undead feeling.

Feline, unenterable.

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(Repeat until shadow-figures have exhausted possibilities.)

(As the NARRATOR waxes silent, the two shadow-figures stand directly in front / behind one another, so as to appear like one Man.)

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David Brennan’s work has appeared and is forthcoming in Action Yes, Parthenon West Review, H_NGM_N, Pank, Beeswax and elsewhere.  His first book of poetry, The White Visitation, is forthcoming from BlazeVOX books. He lives and teaches writing in Virginia.


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