Special Feature: Boyd Holbrook ("that model-poet")

Anthem #34, "Who's that Boyd?"

Model: Boyd Holbrook

Photographer: Leonard Grego

Three of Boyd's poems:

Unnoticed Details

Scarecrow Face,

leather eye lids,

rubber skin,

velvet lips,

plastic fingernails,

corduroy fingerprints,

fine steel hair,

flower peddle teeth,

paper cut wrinkles,

read between the line thoughts,

jelly blood,

90-degree posture,

giant steps,

and this is me.

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Oh Really...

Empty head enemies follow me

as I chase the sound of the symphony.

Delightful,

delightful,

so unbearably delightful that they want

to associate with me.

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Edith's Reincarnation

The sounds of violins crept through the vents,

a voice crawls up the wall

and tears crawled down my chest.

Love makes a puddle...

Sounds like something mumbling above me.

My teeth hold in my screams

the pressure pops open my jaw and I finally scream.

Sweat petals touch.

Please, go forth you loved too much,

whispers only the blessed can hear.

Transcend we are no longer able to relate.

I hibernate in dark silence insisting that she will

return with the gift of the morning sun.