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volume 10 number 2
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G. Murray Thomas November 2013
   

 

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    G. Murray Thomas is the author of Cows on the Freeway (1999), and My Kidney Just Arrived (2011). Although not a musician himself, he has been in two bands: a punk band called MX and the Cruise Missiles in college, and more recently the spoken word combo Murray.
G. Murray Thomas

   

 

Charlie Brown in the Strip Club

He would not normally be in a place like this,
but the invitation -- for a drink --from his co-workers was such a rarity
that he accepted without asking where they were going.

He tries to hide his embarrassment,
his eyes shifting nervously from the nakedness on stage
to his rapidly warming beer.

But when she walks on stage
his face turns as red as her hair,
and his companions cant help but notice.

He is so flummoxed he does not see
their heads bent in conspiracy,
the money counted out, and passed along.

Just -- suddenly -- there she is, writhing in his lap.
She doesnt seem to recognize him,
but did she ever even notice him, back then?

He knows that THIS was never what he wanted.
Nonetheless, his heart pounds, his skin sweats,
his hands hover mere inches from her still unattainable flesh.

copyright 2013 G. Murray Thomas

   

 

Picasso

Lost in the massive Picasso exhibit,
which filled the entire New York Museum of Modern Art,
searching for more faces like the African mask
from Les Demoiselles dAvignon.
Where did it come from?
Where did it go?
Nothing like it in the nearby paintings,
either before or after.
And so, through the exhibit, on a hunt
for inspiration and evolution,
faces shattering around me,
and bodies, and guitars, and furniture,
everything broken into planes and pieces,
similar to the surfaces of the mask,
but never quite matching it.

Finally, I rounded a corner, and faced
the immensity of Guernica,
taking up an entire wall,
shattered images of shattered lives.
I stopped. Took in the horror.
Forgot my search,
was ready to leave.

copyright 2013 G. Murray Thomas