Wednesday, February 1, 2012

In Memory of Morgan Lucas Schuldt

Editor's Note: After hearing in December that Morgan underwent a lung transplant, I had been checking his FB page every day for updates from his family and friends. Today I'm very sad to learn that he passed away on January 30th. Morgan was a talented poet and editor. My condolences to his family and friends.


My More Merely

In this surround, above the downs,
are my kind of live.

An mmhmm her
fever-few-&-far-between.

Cherry get, if gotten you be.
Otherhow unhindered by the things

of me. Things like: junk-hold lungs,
bouts with be, the umm-hush & long static of kinda can.

Are twenty-six flavors of -elicious
& what-if ’s head-fuck nagging blood-back for more

cream & rush, heave & shush––
dirt-back glares having some pull over the percentages.

No tut-tut strut, no lapse in gush. Just holier than wow––
an old-fashioned dumb-lovely ah yes! suitable for basking.

Sheer towardness, my raredear, I’d sky-write
a surrender for.

Little red likelihooded
I lust so much.

Morgan Lucas Schuldt
First published in The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel - Second Floor


Books by Morgan:

Verge (Parlor Press)
L=u=N=G=U=A=G=E (Scantily Clad Press)
Otherhow (Kitchen Press)
(as vanish, unespecially) (Flying Guillotine Press, forthcoming)