2016-04-29

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After a thirty five year writing career in the small press, elusive Outlaw Poet Dennis Gulling, a protege of Todd Moore, has finally published his first full-length volume of poetry, The Blood Dark Sea, which was released this week by Zombie Logic Press in Rockford, Illinois.

The book contains some of his greatest hits from his 35 year career, which included editing the classic Crawlspace from 1990-1999. Gulling writes with power, precision, and a quick, dry wit that never condescends into judgement of the small timers he describes to a tee, but never seems to lose his perspective as an observer rather than participant in the fiasco. Schadenfreude abounds in these poems about domestic disputes, robberies, assassinations, paybacks, and commupances. But enough of me telling you what the poems can do for themselves. here are three poems from The Blood Dark Sea by Dennis Gulling.

FORD

When the cops got
there

Billy Ford was
sitting

At the kitchen
table

Face down in a
plate of spaghetti

The bullet hole in
the back of his head

Made the hair
around it

Red and bristly

Mrs. Ford was
sitting on the sofa

Bathed in white tv
glow

Rubbing the gun
between her legs

And whispering

Now I’m in love

WRECKAGE

He’s lying on his
back

In a hammock

Watching a jet

Put a white scratch
in the sky

Somewhere in
another yard

Someone is mowing
their lawn

And somewhere else

Someone has the
radio on

Playing a song

He’s heard before
and doesn’t like

He yawns and puts
his hands over his eyes

Fingers cupped
together to shut out the light

Lets his mind
wander

Sees places he’s
been to

Houses he’d slept
in when he got there

Women he’d wanted
so much he could taste them

A dog he had once
that ran away

Scenes from movies
with actors

He knows by sight

Not by name

But nothing comes
together

His concentration
pinballs

He thinks of
everything at once

To keep from
thinking

Of anything that
matters

Wants to forget
that the hands

Don’t do much
these days

Beyond the
masturbation of survival

The head just takes
up space

Behind the eyes

And the fever of
life

Feels like ice

Something constant
bleeds through him like a stain

Something dark
that’s on him like a shadow

He’s eaten alive
by the familiar

Like a blind man in
a burning house

The darkness is
wrapped around him now

And he knows what
he won’t admit

How he wanted to be
a big man

In the land of
giants

But all his big
ideas

Are just cold
wreckage now

Taking up space

In a life he’ll
never get right

I WAKE UP

I wake up at 2 a.m.

Scared of something

Just beyond my
reach

Shaking all over

I can feel its
breath on me

Its shadow stains
me

And leaves me a
little less

Than I was before

I drive around at
night

Trying to find its
face

Its shape

I want to know its
weight

Its smell

Its taste

But it stays a
little

Ahead of me all the
time

I reach for it

A blind leap into
nothing

A free fall with no
bottom

A forever downward

Where the darkness
waits

And you can order The Blood Dark Sea from Zombie Logic Press as well as other books of Outsider Poetry and Outlaw Poetry

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