Two poems by T.J. McIntyre

D.U.L.L.
by T.J. McIntyre

sliding
s
i
d
e
ways to the end
of an (other)

D.U.L.L.
day
under
lifeless
lesions

a paycheck, a cubicle, and a flourescent hum
another cold-lighted flashing screen
another day
another dollar
another dredging of loose soul

displaced and growing infertile
tilled too often
shal
low
roots
don't reach

nut
rie
nts

F.E.R.T.I.L.I.Z.E.R.
feeds
energy
reaps
timidity
i
lie
zombified
erect
ripped

till the end.

********************

my childish joy

…and it
was (fish
swimming
u
p
stream

the bridge over
head
crack
ed
cr
eaked
*sighed*

the sky
b.la.zen
blue

my
childish
joy

Author bio:

T.J. McIntyre is an author from Alabaster, Alabama. His work has appeared recently in such venues as Escape Velocity, Residential Aliens, Flashshot, The Birmingham Arts Journal, Mississippi Crow, and The Swallow's Tail, among others. In addition to writing, he also runs Southern Fried Weirdness, a publication specializing in Southern speculations.