THERE WAS A MAN

ZACK N. LOPICCOLO

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With a red rusted Honda civic

and house that both had leaks

when it rained and neighbors

that would impulsively fight

loud enough to break diamonds

and bleed-out ears that made

him too scared to call the police.

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There was a car-crash look

in his eyes when he attempted

to confront the festively-plump boss.

Sweat rolled down his forehead

like oily-fish-skin-nervousness;

all slicked up shiver rainbow drops.

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There were two pens in his front pocket,

a red one and a blue, both Bic

and a surveillance camera above

his mouse-squeak desk whose sound

made him quiver every minute of every day

to the point he would freeze like Otter-Pops

waiting for the last thud of the clock.

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Zack Nelson Lopiccolo is a recent graduate of California State University, Long Beach where he stole a B.A in Creative Writing and Literature. He is one head of the Cerberus that runs Bank-Heavy Press and owns a poem farm to help lessen the country’s reliance on fossil fuels. This is in hope to make poetry a high demand alternative fuel. His work can be seen in Indigo Rising Magazine, ¡Vaya!zine, Short, Fast, and Deadly, Crack the Spine and forthcoming in Contemporary American Voices. He currently resides in Long Beach, CA and works as a Drywall Hanger and Taper. He also loves canned green beans.

More of his thoughts may be perused at rejectionnotice.tumblr.com