Wednesday, February 1, 2012

In Memory of Morgan Lucas Schuldt

Editor's Note: After hearing in December that Morgan underwent a lung transplant, I had been checking his FB page every day for updates from his family and friends. Today I'm very sad to learn that he passed away on January 30th. Morgan was a talented poet and editor. My condolences to his family and friends.

My More Merely

In this surround, above the downs,
are my kind of live.

An mmhmm her

Cherry get, if gotten you be.
Otherhow unhindered by the things

of me. Things like: junk-hold lungs,
bouts with be, the umm-hush & long static of kinda can.

Are twenty-six flavors of -elicious
& what-if ’s head-fuck nagging blood-back for more

cream & rush, heave & shush––
dirt-back glares having some pull over the percentages.

No tut-tut strut, no lapse in gush. Just holier than wow––
an old-fashioned dumb-lovely ah yes! suitable for basking.

Sheer towardness, my raredear, I’d sky-write
a surrender for.

Little red likelihooded
I lust so much.

Morgan Lucas Schuldt
First published in The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel - Second Floor

Books by Morgan:

Verge (Parlor Press)
L=u=N=G=U=A=G=E (Scantily Clad Press)
Otherhow (Kitchen Press)
(as vanish, unespecially) (Flying Guillotine Press, forthcoming)

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