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Fourteen
by Michael Ladanyi
he laid in the lawn chair for three days
wondering how many pills it takes
to choke a horse, if god eats vegetable
soup, if his blue and swollen hands
had always seemed detached from
his thin wrists, if the grass had always
smelled like blood on thresholds,
stared up at him with a purple-rust
smirk. he laid there for three days, his
sister wondering if he were dead,
thinking him dead, finally believing him
dead, before asking herself if the
police would question her upon finding
the body. the first few days he
screamed of ants eating his skin,
laughing spiders smoking non-filter
cigarettes while sitting on the
bedpost. i remember mom saying
that i could have my room back soon,
and figuring i could tape the posters
back together, cover the hole in my
wall with a stereo speaker, standing
outside my locked door, wondering
how many times you die screaming
before you realize you are dead.
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Copyright © 2003 by Michael Ladanyi.
This was originally published in the October print issues of two of Skyline Publications four print magazines, A Hudson View and Skyline Literary Magazine, Copyright (C) Oct. 2002.
Michael Ladanyi lives in the foothills of the North Georgia Mountains with his wife and two daughters. He is an editor with Rustlings of the Wind and maintains a large poet/writer resource site at: http://www.geocities.com/poet662002/ His poetry has appeared over fifty times during the last year in print and online magazines and journals in the U.S., U.K., Greece, India and Australia, among them, Snow Monkey, Joey and the Black Boots, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Concrete Wolf, Promise, Skyline Literary Magazine, Red Booth Review, Poetry Greece, The Taj Mahal Review, PoetryRepairShop, ken*again, A Hudson View, Free Zone Quarterly, and The Circle, among others.
He has won several Editors Choice and Poet of the Month Awards from Skyline Literary Magazine and Poetic Reflections. He has recently written with, and is seeking publication of, poetry co-written with the novelist/poet Robert Edward Levin.
Michael has been published as a guest poet recently with Poetry In A Cup and The Muses Student. His work is forthcoming in several magazines. He has this to say about the poetry of image vs. the poetry of its words. "Words are merely confused child wishes led to paper and stacked in large and small piles of ordered discontinuance, though we would be lost, as poets, without image. If there were no words, image alone would suffice to teach us to write again."
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