The Ofi Press Magazine

International Poetry and Fiction from Mexico City

Marcus Slease: 3 Poems Published

Poems by Marcus Slease (UK)

Published in The Ofi Press issue 36.

Buns & Brews

entering America like another name

shouting into abyss what did I miss?

I began in a failed society

mushy peas & fried pineapples

my loins are SILCOCK

but my mind is SLEEZE

in Spanish Fork sipping French Roast

from Buns & Brews

I meet FOX News woman in Red Iguana near a sign that reads

"our money clips grip"

Im looking for new stickers

all those holy masses & penguin dust

& bibs roaches &

shoes

am I making an amateur pornography?

the present is a baffled weather

my grandfather my brother

reborn as little blond fresh faced baby

go be shaved head monster in a cave

blue cross blue shield

the untouchable dust

of beautiful faces

big red juju &

ginger ale

sad tailed tender vines

shaking rain from empty head

forced into square

auto life mold

the enamel is not going to hold

a wet squirt of salt on snow filled road

morning drops itself into the keyhole

my other name is Amber

a cosmic fierce wind

it is a gamble to get off

a gamble to declare your self

missing

OH!

 

An Old Hermit in Ignorance and Sleep

this is a 2 minute broadcast from Spanish Fork

a picture of Jesus on the ceiling when we tried NOT

to make love

1AM 2AM 3AM 4AM 5AM

apathetic & sick I just wanted out

what is OUT? what is IN?

everything was another life

leaving me cold & wet

its called night sweats

a pianist or a star-ship?

the untraveled part of this room

too scary! too far away!

the museum of my worries

the eel coated in thick foam

wishing you hello in monster aisle supermarkets

cars change lanes on mega lane highways

I want to roll my own but I can't seem to get going

Piper Down (for Aaron Slease)

My brother’s

birthday

was two

days ago

on Dec 15th

and there

were tributes

and flowers

on Facebook

and I had

to get off.

I couldn’t

write anything.

I couldn’t

say anything

about my brother.

I sometimes

have to catch

myself

from thinking

he is still

out there,

in another country,

in Utah,

waiting

to catch up

with me,

maybe

next summer,

and we can

go out for a beer

at the local

bar

with all the cowboys,

and drive

around

the town,

and eat

at the Chinese

buffet,

and he can

tell me

again

about his

favorite

 

band:

Hot

Water

Music,

and the only

books

he really

liked:

Bukowski,

and how

he escaped

death

many

times

from drugs

and Mexican

gangs,

and how

he is now

on a strict

exercise

routine,

and getting

clean,

and we

can go

to the SLC

library,

with fresh

snow

coming down,

and take

pictures

of each other

in the mirror

of the toilet,

and look

at the great

architecture,

and make

plans

for another

New Years

at Piper

Down.

What

am I

talking

about?

I am

talking

about wishes

and memories

and they

go,

they fly

by,

and we can

get stuck

there.

I don’t

want to get

stuck there.

But I don’t

want to

forget

him either.

And he

is off

to the side

as life

goes by

with

it’s petty

worries

and fears,

but he

is still

here.

I can imagine

him

and people

can

imagine

me.

What

else

is there?


About the Poet

Marcus Slease was born in Portadown, N. Ireland in 1974. At the end of 1985 he immigrated to Las Vegas to become Mormon. He is no longer Mormon or a resident of Vegas. He lives in East London and teaches English as a foreign language. He has performed his work at various festivals and events, such as Soundeye in Cork, Ireland, The Carrboro Poetry Festival in North Carolina, The Prague Microfestival in Prague, and The Parasol Unit in London. His poetry has been published in various journals in the U.K., U.S., and Poland, and the anthology Dear World and Everyone In It (Bloodaxe 2013). He is the author of nine chapbooks/books of poetry from small presses, most recently Rides (forthcoming, Blart Books, 2014), Spanish Fork (Country Music 2014) Mu (Dream) So (Window) (Poor Claudia 2012), Hello Tiny Bird Brain (Knives Forks and Spoons, 2012), Smashing Time (miPOesias 2011) and one mini novella: The House of Zabka (Deathless Press 2013). He is a founding member of the UK poetry and art community UPTIGHT: http://www.thisisuptight.com/

 

Images by درفش کاویانی  and Russell Patterson.