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written by: R. Bremner


for Sylvia Plath


The door was locked;
white wine incense
draped the table.
Feeding on our youth,
a supper of wit,
we dined,
occasionally pausing
to say grace beneath the table.

From outside the silver dining room,
echoing off the walls
in the halls of the sterile palace,
computer banjos
spewed rueful tunes
of monogrammed secrecy.
Singular incest
was the rule of the hour
for those who would play the game
I wanted to play, I think,
(did you?)
till you explained
the player’s entry fee
disguised till the final whistle blows.

So go back to chewing your bubblegum
or whatever you do nowadays;
I’ll bust open the locked door
with one good strong kick.

R. Bremner

R. Bremner

R. Bremner of Glen Ridge via Lyndhurst, NJ, USA, writes of incense, peppermints, and the color of time in such venues as International Poetry Review, Anthem: a Leonard Cohen Tribute Anthology, Climate of Change: Sigmund Freud in Poetry, Paterson Literary Review, Journal of Formal Poetry, Passaic Review, Jerry Jazz Musician, etc.
In 2018, New Feral Press, the art publisher, released Bremner’s Chambers of a Heart, which marries 13 of his poems to the photographs of James LaFratta. The same year, Cajun Mutt Press published his Absurdist poetry collection Absurd, Alien Buddha Press published his Beat/surreal/metrical collection Hungry Words, and Presa Press published his ekphrasis collection Ektomorphic.
Having battled back from a major stroke and a liver transplant, Ron has thrice won Honorable Mention in the Allen Ginsberg awards. A member of the Red Wheelbarrow Poets and the Montclair Write Group.
R. Bremner

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