White hair’d
porcelain nub teeth perfectly dentist’d
earhair earlob’d
grease spat overall wearing
short
outwardly spoken
mechanic.
Asks
“The tape in the tapedeck might be stuck
do you mind if we open the tapedeck?”
Englebert Humperdinck.

*

“Everything
is so much crazy,”
headbanging her blue mohawk
alone in bedroom
with Enya’s Watermark
coming from the neighbor’s dormroom
with sex muff’ld in blanket.

— Jon Dambacher, excerpt: “eraser crumbs”

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Jon Dambacher

New York poetry, fiction & ink magazine IN PARENTHESES has released their 2014 Summer issue. inparenth

Excerpts to Three New Jon Dambacher Books are inside & a Letter To The Editor.

http://inparenthesesmag.com/2014/07/23/pardon-the-interruption-summer-2014-issue-of-in-parentheses-is-now-available/

My newest little friend, a sweet young Ameraucana chick I saved from abandonment & attack, June Carter Cash, was stolen last night. From bloody & weak, to singing, rising & beginning to fly, she ate from my hands, slept in my palms, drank droplets of water from my fingertips.

I saved you once. I am crushed to have lost you. My newest little friend, a sweet young Ameraucana chick I saved from abandonment & attack, June Carter Cash, was stolen last night. From bloody & weak, to singing, rising & beginning to fly, she ate from my hands, slept in my palms, drank droplets of water from my fingertips.

I saved you once. I am crushed to have lost you. My newest little friend, a sweet young Ameraucana chick I saved from abandonment & attack, June Carter Cash, was stolen last night. From bloody & weak, to singing, rising & beginning to fly, she ate from my hands, slept in my palms, drank droplets of water from my fingertips.

I saved you once. I am crushed to have lost you.

My newest little friend, a sweet young Ameraucana chick I saved from abandonment & attack, June Carter Cash, was stolen last night. From bloody & weak, to singing, rising & beginning to fly, she ate from my hands, slept in my palms, drank droplets of water from my fingertips.

I saved you once. I am crushed to have lost you.

“There’s only room for seven words.”
— Jon Dambacher
talking story to an actor