My sickness dwells in such vicinity
as has been opened up for ripe abuse.
She'd been through some shit, her proximity
to Pandora hinging upon that well-used
box where the carnivore who savors it
brings home a Pyrrhic victor’s prize (too much
razor-sharp outreach, slit wrists). Me, she split—
screened. I was Good Daddy (odd how the touched
won't lie down for dull routine) and Evil
Eye. She’d been laboring at my bent wheel
hours before the E.M.T., with eagle-
eyed precision, sighed, ‘Something must congeal
So I cruise sweet wrecks. How my dead Eye stalks
hope, gasped for air. I allow it short walks.
- NORMAN BALL is a poet, playwright, essayist and musician residing in Virginia. A featured poet on Prairie Home Companion, his poems and essays have appeared in Light Quarterly, The Raintown Review, The Berkeley Poetry Review, Epicenter, Oxford Magazine, The Cumberland Poetry Review, 14 by 14, Rattle, Liberty, The Hypertexts, Main Street Rag, The New Renaissance, The Scotsman, The London Times among dozens of others. His essay collections, How Can We Make Your Power More Comfortable? (2010) and The Frantic Force (2011), both widely available on the web, are published by Del Sol Press and Petroglyph Books, respectively.
His recent play SIDES: A Civil War Musical (Inspired by The Red Badge of Courage) is currently being produced for TV by Last Tango Productions, LLC.