WHEN FUCKING ROGER WATERS by Ty Newcomb

put on Atom Heart Mother

and guide him to sit

on the edge of the bed with lit candles on

the headboard and talk about

your Carolines and Rosemaries before

he would ask you to watch his skinny

rib abductor muscles ripple

while he reaction-screamed like a dinosaur

and grab his hips with resolution

to take him down onto the duvet

while a neon light above the headboard

flashes slow down

lay too quickly or too firmly

to comprehend and stretch

his bare arms and legs out

across the bed parallel

to the gaunt angles of his face

like falling into him fall

to be swallowed by himself

but hang on his full-leafed lips

like an unlit cigarette

caught in the dry belt of a vacuum.

Ty is a student in Lake Charles, LA. He’s published in some college journals like, The Sagebrush Review, The Sucarnochee Review, and an Anthology by Into the Void in Ireland.

Written by: marathonlitreview on July 31, 2017.on August 5, 2017.

WHEN FUCKING ROGER WATERS by Ty Newcomb

WHEN FUCKING ROGER WATERS by Ty Newcomb

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