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Scott Oyen

lives in Minneapolis where he enjoys killing mice in his kitchen at night and praying for world peace during the day. He has been published in Open Wide Magazine (UK). He loves getting email at oyenscott@hotmail.com.

Today

a square mind
cannot offer flight
from failure, yet

“To become, or to...”
that is the only
question, and
the answer burns
(brightly), attentively
on the horizon--
while even these four
       walls
bleed gray
and weep for yesterday,
today I still
believe—
      know—
the best, the only, isn’t a
      rhythm
but a clock—
a fireball—
       !screaming!
at the clif
       f
of an i n f i n i t e
and swelling
universe—
ticking

now

No-Nature

Being of
      no-nature
he sometimes felt
      naked
but mostly
ached liked
an october hill-
      side
slowly dying, hardwoods
-swaying-
leaves crackling in
their red-ness
eyes burning with
regret
as beings
scattered, preparing
for imminent winter
      and
“I’m sorry” no longer
     flew
in formation
with the same
     grace-
gone,
    perhaps,
for another season.