MAYHEM - Issue Four

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Conor Maxwell

Lux Aeterna

Freezing
under eight jackets
on a street
where it never

fucking

snows
Sweat should not be this
cold
Vacuum-sealed
cheeks
and a
liquorice ironed fringe
war paint
one thin layer
your mother’s eyes
How

did you
not

learn

She said she wouldn’t fuck him
but the heat is out
this week

Pay for blow

in bruises

Sell your
love

cunt

so you can

...

with him

All angles in a cerulean sweater
Room for two
at this rate

What will two heads get you
and how deep
do they have
to go

Misery is three colours
ending in green
Every night
the same time
thirty minutes before

bed

TV
is his mother
but not your son
One more serving of grapefruit
and salt
Double-dosage

so it tastes like mushroom soup

Ink
spilled outside the lines
Often blue

but never black

One sleeve too many

The television
is
off

Power surge on both sides
A serving of eggs

sunny side

somewhere

in a red dress


Contributor's Note
Conor is an actor, writer, tutor and post-graduate student of English at the University of Waikato. His claim to fame is that he once defeated national icon Jason Gunn in a fist fight, but don't ask him about that, because he'll just deny it.