the muse apprentice guild
--expanding the canon into the 21st century




FOUR WORKS
BY CJ BEAUCHAMP

BABY

and so i sit here
dreaming of egypt
or another place
to escape

t.s. eliot
read a million times over
sitting at a million tables
feeling the pulse
of coffee flavored feedings
for coffee flavored minds

yearning to walk away
just once
into the sun

asking why i sit here
spending long caffeine evenings
dreaming for you
loudly lulling my soul
into the dust of foreign pain.

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MCALLEN: EARLY RENEWAL

waking before dawn
i stumble into early morning humanity.

warm dust and hot breezes,
the only companions to
southern hued skies.

i wander through
roughly greened orange groves,
hungering to chase back the day.

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5:45, JULY

it would be wonderful to be green and transpiring
surviving up from the asphalt
but i am here
5'4"
grounded
rubber-soled
chased indoors by a victorious sun

porcelain crisped and batter-fried in 90 degree midday
i arrive on the second floor
no greeting
just a ceiling fan
threatening to take down the house in its haste
and an aloe plant
near death from high levels of heat
low levels of love
fermenting beside the fireplace

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THOUGHTS ON YOU.
(IN TWO PARTS)

I.
though you arrived more ignored than embraced
this morning shall find me wrapped in wind
looking after your comet through spring rains.

II.
not until drifting through your ink-soaked ashes
did i find what you so often presented to me
devourment within your lifeline.
coursing the anemic path of my rhythm
i wake without you
and sleep in your watery memory.

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m.a.g.