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  November 2016
volume 13 number 2
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Marvin Louis Dorsey
November 2016



    At the end of a workday Marvin Louis Dorsey travels 60 minutes by freeway, exiting on a long unpaved desert road to his ranch home in Lancaster. There he is greeted by the wind, lone tumbleweeds rambling across the sandy vista, and a variety of farmyard animals. The dichotomies of city and desert, noise and quietude, and the confines of a cage vs. the expansive freedom of the night's universe of stars, inform the heart of Marvin's poetry, where a deep interior life shares the page with the wide exterior landscape.




Sitting in my ride
doin what I should
be doin less

Sucking poison into my chest
pourin a hot black liquid
into my gut

Queen Latifah playin
on the radio I have no time
for walks

There goes those black
birds again I put out my
hands but wings can't touch

Minutes away from the hush
of a loud noise poised i shiver
givin my life time ta call

All here please stand up
nobody moves inside
dogs are alone in my kennel

I better get movin
because for this day
I'm not goin anywhere

copyright 2016 Marvin Louis Dorsey