An English major at the University of North Texas in Denton. Trevor previously attended Southeastern Oaklahoma State University in Durant. He says, “I always thought I had an ear and a heart for poetry, but thanks to professor Randy Prus, I developed the honesty and dedication it takes to become a poet. I really owe him a lot.”<\/p>\n
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Cemetery Season<\/strong><\/p>\n we rode out like two -this is the place i can not call home-<\/p>\n attendees made of lace and starch you and i are grown upon Trevor<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" An English major at the University of North Texas in Denton. Trevor previously attended Southeastern Oaklahoma State University in Durant. He says, “I always thought I had an ear and a heart for poetry, but thanks to professor Randy Prus, I developed the honesty and dedication it takes to become a poet. I really owe … <\/p>\n
\namid decay and deformity
\nset abreast upon the life
\nwe once called love and home
\nran to the steps of dead religion
\nand entered without holy water
\nattendance placed us at a previously reserved setting
\nmade for two<\/p>\n
\nall believe to be individually whole,
\nbut i could see right through them
\nto you;
\nnot Love, but love.
\nthey wear their jewelry at dinner table
\nas they pass more wine
\nand i listen as my secrets are served raw to the orchestra.<\/p>\n
\nby the weeds of deception
\nthey leave their edicts strewn
\namid our garden
\nthe tulips and the marigolds
\nshall never prosper
\nin this usury
\nnor pisces
\nnor leo
\nnor porcelina.
\nnear the wise oak
\nthe well rode two
\ndanced the minuet under a sophoclean moon
\nbut the wise oak never spoke
\nonly lifting her skin
\nto medicate melanomas
\nin the land of soft deceit
\nwithered faces trust labia intrusions
\nhearts that lie
\nmade of hearts that lay
\nwith every flower but Love.
\nmust life progress in their pangea of nothingness?
\nin the home
\nby the cut stone
\nnear our garden
\nwhere under our feet
\nthe lizards have flown…
\nand under our feet
\nthe place we can not call home.<\/p>\n