Two Poems by Spangle McQueen

PARATAXIS
Yes, I would just like to say I’m sailing with the rock, and I’ll be back, like Independence Day, with Jesus. June 6, like the movie. Big mother ship and all, I’ll be back, I’ll be back.*
Tell me, how are you?
Not pining for a future
that never came
trying to tell the truth
sipping coffee
collecting death sentences
on a mildew mattress
stomach’s growling
catcalling: pure hatred
singing along to Natalie’s
Tigerlily
play Carnival
at my funeral
And God said,
Let there be light:
and there was light
and angels
beyond the beyond
odd
the places music can go
* Last words of Aileen Wuornos, executed October 9th 2002.
HAUNTOLOGY
Always nostalgic
for the future that never came
ghost of the green haired girl
glares in disdain
grabs the grieving child
on her shoulders
running laughter
chasing moons
leave me here
not here
in a pool of blood
on Magdalen Bridge
outside the hologram shop
3D clock
in a box
girl sitting serene
under a tree
reading a book
was never me
yes
leave me here
with her
Spangle McQueen is a happy grandma and hopeful poet living in Sheffield. She is proud and grateful to have work accepted and/or published by Three Drops Press; Picaroon; Lonesome October Lit; Bonnie's Crew; Burning House Press; Dwell Collective Zine; Strix; Awkward Mermaid; I am not a Silent Poet; The Writers' Café; Foxglove Journal and Sad Girl Review.