{"id":3059,"date":"2017-07-24T01:50:47","date_gmt":"2017-07-24T01:50:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=3059"},"modified":"2017-07-25T20:23:07","modified_gmt":"2017-07-25T20:23:07","slug":"dan-abernathy-summer-2017","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/dan-abernathy-summer-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"Dan Abernathy, Summer 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"

The End<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Vultures circle in the sky.
\nThe crows and ravens take a seat
\nand chatter in dead trees.
\nThe coyotes circle and dart
\nwhile the roaches hiss
\nand scurry in.<\/p>\n

Lifeless eyes stare into the sun
\nwaiting to be plucked
\nlike ripe fruit from a bush,
\nfinally putting an end to sight.
\nA tongue hangs out,
\ndry and swollen,
\nas the mouth becomes an opening
\nto access the pool of decay.<\/p>\n

When it is all over,
\nwhen the end is finally here,
\nthe ones left living
\nwill be the crows,
\nthe cockroaches
\nand the coyotes,
\nwhile the fox runs off
\nwith your heart.<\/p>\n

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Dan Abernathy<\/p>\n

Welcome to the chaotic and often strange life of a Quasi, Clumsy Spiritual Warrior, Dan Abernathy. This Renaissance man is known as an outlaw poet, artist and purveyor of words, a junkyard philosopher, and a vagabond searching for a pure hedonistic meaning for his of life. His voice, be it in his words or in his art, is a collection of oddities, fascinations, desires and obsessions \u2013 a road map of sorts, tracking the life of a man that can\u2019t and won\u2019t fit in.<\/p>\n

\u201cHis poems are a bit like a well fingered bowl of mixed treats in a dark bar – filled with some salty Charles Bukowski, some chewy Hunter S. Thompson, and a little zap-a-hooty sweetness ala Dr. Seuss (tossed in just for the kiddies…er, ah, not that I’d recommend this one for any mother’s son.”<\/p>\n

– David Vaughan, an artist, writer from the Pacific Northwest coast.<\/em><\/p>\n

Abernathy makes available 98% of all his perspectives, be they fluid and random thoughts, or meandering and incomplete rants to the masses. They other 2% he keeps to himself, archived and a gift for the scholars and naysayers to decipher.<\/p>\n

When not roaming the road in his converted 1991 International school bus, Abernathy hangs his hat in Pinedale, Wyoming. He has published two books of poetry, Looking For Security While Wearing a Loincloth<\/em> and I Don\u2019t Shave on Sundays.<\/em> He is also the Editor\/Publisher of The Contributor<\/em>, a monthly newspaper of free speech, art, travel, the spoken word and other oddities that should be revealed. His poetry was also recently been published in Outlaw Poetry<\/em> and In Between Hangovers<\/em>. Abernathy can be followed at www.contributechaos.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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