Hollow reeds and empty chasms
Settle in for a long night
Rain outside and stars in our eyes
Fairy tales and daydreams
Come unglued
Tinfoil cup and paper mache
House of cards, house of clay
Past illusions finally won
Dancing and drinking til the dawn’s early light
Women grow old, memories fade
Money and time and gradual decay
You’re painted in technicolor,
you don’t miss a beat
If wishes were horses
mine would ride just as sweet
I’m all for equality
The landmine of the 60s
I’m a beggar, a liar,
a thief and a gypsy
Call me St. Valentine
The clothes suit me fine
Prince, pauper, sycophant
Mine
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CORIN REYBURN drifts through Southern California teaching a bit of this and coding a bit of that, and enjoys transmuting cosmic energy, cats more than people, and the use of unconventional instruments in rock n’ roll music. Corin holds an M.F.A. in Creative Writing from Oregon State University, and has work featured or forthcoming in places such as M-BRANE SF, Subtopian Magazine, The Molotov Cocktail, Jersey Devil Press, The Gateway Review, Free Focus, Silicon Valley Debug, Clutching at Straws, and Quantum Muse. Reyburn co-produces and curates the speculative fiction podcast SubverCity Transmit.
Get in touch with Corin at reyburnfiction [at] gmail.com.
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