Nathan Tyree is a writer from the wasteland of Kansas where he lives in a constant state of existential dread. His work has appeared in such places as Edifice Wrecked; decomP; The Beat; Straight from the Fridge; Flesh and Blood; Wretched and Violent; Coffee Faucet; Doorknobs and Body Paint and many others. He has recently been anthologized in The Flash from Social Disease Press. His book 'Mr Overby is Falling' was published in 2004

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SELECTED POETRY

by
Nathan Tyree

APOCRYPHA

The pinball indifference and the lies of
the dead eyed streets and lined veins that spiral
and spark their way up her arm to build
a map of the world she had made for herself

the last traces of sheila and the baby,
little lily like a broken flower blackened
and bloated in the cradle of dirty clothes on
the floor of some building where they hadn't
paid rent and no water had run

a shade something like memory
of her father and his iron touch that
he meant to be a caress as he took from her
what he needed and she believed when he said
that this was her duty

the pulse of neon at a corner where
she had first offered her body in
calculated barter for the sweet powder
mixed with water and its only warmth
to erase the rest

© Nathan Tyree

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CANIS FAMILIARIS

Some dogs have a look about them,
first thing you notice
When they’re still too far away to
tell their breed or even, in any real way
their size or colour
There's something about their gait, carriage
The way they hold their heads
with tails aloft almost proud

When you get close enough to see
It is in the shine and light of their firefly eyes,
the perfect look
contentment—simply to be a dog
Humans don’t have
a corresponding look

© Nathan Tyree

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AFTER THE DARKNESS

It will be an adjustment for the dogs when we are finally gone

When the last woman has coughed her last bloody breath

And the last man, realizing that he is the last man,

Has put the last bullet through his eggshell skull and slumped

The dogs will have to learn how to deal with things on their own

The Labradors and German Shepherds
will do just fine

The Shih Tzus and Pomeranians
will have to learn to scavenge and hide

The Sharpeis will be fucked

The cats, though, will just be glad to see us gone
They never wanted us around anyway

© Nathan Tyree

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NEEDLE FLESH SCREAM

The strange Problem of cigarette teeth
rescued from equal fire, pale
from cigarette tooth
mandala
Before it existed, by hell.
He tended toward solipsistic Flesh alchemy
hiding in his metastasis scream
It is Death that bleeds,
ambulatory in loss,
beneath the broken air
on this street of need

© Nathan Tyree

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MEMENTO

I’m going to mail her a piece of my liver
It’s her fault the thing is in such bad shape
If she hadn’t left I wouldn’t have poured
All that booze into the damn thing

Vincent sent an ear, but what does that say?
I can’t hear you? Put on ring on this?
He should have thought of something
A little more meaningful. Something smart

Maybe she’ll put it on a shelf in her house
It’ll be a conversation piece for her friends
They can ooh and ah and marvel that
It’s almost a work of art - and that she made it

© Nathan Tyree