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John Maurer – 1 poem

A Globe in a Dark Room

            

I will save myself from myself

That fact sounds like fiction

The world is too complex to make sense

That fiction sounds like a fact

            

None of your novels are novel

More like how-to-guides on how to get nowhere

Stop telling me what I already know, let the chorus swing slow

Fading in and out, saying 

I’m sure

I doubt

The cure’s

Not a house

Some kids

A spouse

            

I sit in the dark alone developing photo negatives

Into clones so when my voice reaches silence

my vocal chords can be restrung like an antique violin

I’m no virtuoso, I have no virtues and I’m virtually a hobo

Going from town to town but never moving north or south

Off track because that was how I was trained.

            

John Maurer is a 26-year-old writer from Pittsburgh that writes fiction, poetry, and everything in-between, but his work always strives to portray that what is true is beautiful. He has been previously published in Claudius Speaks, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Thought Catalog, and more than sixty others. @JohnPMaurer (johnpmaurer.com)

By Heavenly Flower Publishing

Bindweed Magazine publishes two anthologies each year: Midsummer Madness and Winter Wonderland. Bindweed is run as a not for profit, labour of love endeavour by an author/poet couple: Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert. Bindweed can be found at https://bindweedmagazine.wordpress.com

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