Local Band Frontman
Lead singer
self-described “Chupacabra Screamo” band
collects abandoned Band-Aids at local playgrounds
Day-jobbing RV salesman,
meticulously catalogued desk drawer housing awaits
his morning return
/M. Mouse
/Sponge B.
/Pixar paladins
/Faded neon colors
Huffing Play-Doh only gets him high on nostalgia
so he
drinks alone at Chili’s in Bedford, TX after long days of frownin’ and dialin’
Handmade concert fliers forced upon co-worker after co-worker
in the break room
as microwaves spin the latest 2-minute meal
Crushed out on June, the Alpha unit pusher,
he stealthily deposits pink post-it stanzas dedicated to her beauty
in
and
around
her desk…
born a jester, trying to be a prince
On most days he surfs the Screamo forums,
drowning in the undertow
crashing against virtual jagged reefs
Still riding the pine for the company softball team,
his only upside?
A distant possibility of reincarnating as a trade show throwaway tchotchke
When his band “makes it”
everyone will “know it”
especially June
July never waits
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***Prewitt Scott-Jackson’s work is a mutation of sorts, a ménage à trois of poetry, prose and flash fiction. The University of California Santa Barbara alum grew up on Southern storytelling prior to achieving degrees in Native American Studies and Religious Studies. Find Scott-Jackson on Twitter, at: @allsalinitylost ***
*Photo courtesy of Something You Whisper – to find out about them or their music, check out Sick Lit Magazine’s Interview with them, “Scream Along with Something You Whisper.” *
