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written by: R. Bremner
Foul odors emanate from … I know not where!
Ah, behind the wall! But what can be there?
Tiptoeing with care to its side I creep
Now an atonal rasping sounds through the room
This tainted noise! Again from the wall!
What a lusus naturae, an ogre must it be…
But now I hear laughing, laughing at me!
My name, it is called in a shrill piercing squall
And the pungent old smell gets much grosser as well!
An ax stands beside me who knows from whence it came
I chop, chop at the wall that keeps calling my name!
The wall breaks with ease and I plainly can see
A rank rotted corpse that is laughing at me!
Imagine my traumatic shock, for to see
The face of that heinous, stinking corpse – it is me!
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.