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Magnetic Days (PDF)

by Roland Pemberton

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The order of lawyers and doctors For me that was not offered It did not happen often In the place from which I lofted No rinse of soup in the saucer No princely sum for the pauper No pence to bolster the coffers No frankincense or copper Those over-schooled apostles Going back and never stopping I left with little conscience And never thought of losses The class is always spotless Like the class that gave them options The past is not forgotten The master plays opossum My fixtures and my faucets They are twisted, they are rotten Make the mixtures in the pots And sell the tincture in the boxes Here I drink a couple shots I’m sat adjacent to the slots The greying man, he slinks and drops And prays and prays for his jackpots The leather jacket asks me “Stop!” Whenever I am on my block He has some words, he wrote his thoughts The book that holds them, he forgot When he gets hassled by the cops You slowly turn your back and walk I bring my bottles to the shop You bring your snacks back to your loft Whenever starved and understocked I think of mama and my pops Just like my mother and my father Not a lawyer or a doctor

about

Magnetic Days is my debut book of poetry, published by Metatron in 2014. A collection of poems and stories about love, class, race, drugs, technology and religion. Physical copies have been sold out for years but I thought I'd make the digital version available on here since it hasn't been online for awhile and people have been asking me for it. After you pay for it, your download will include a PDF of the book. Here's an excerpt:

Lawyers And Doctors

The order of lawyers and doctors
For me that was not offered
It did not happen often
In the place from which I lofted
No rinse of soup in the saucer
No princely sum for the pauper
No pence to bolster the coffers
No frankincense or copper
Those over-schooled apostles
Going back and never stopping
I left with little conscience
And never thought of losses
The class is always spotless
Like the class that gave them options
The past is not forgotten
The master plays opossum
My fixtures and my faucets
They are twisted, they are rotten
Make the mixtures in the pots
And sell the tincture in the boxes
Here I drink a couple shots
I’m sat adjacent to the slots
The greying man, he slinks and drops
And prays and prays for his jackpots
The leather jacket asks me “Stop!”
Whenever I am on my block
He has some words, he wrote his thoughts
The book that holds them, he forgot
When he gets hassled by the cops
You slowly turn your back and walk
I bring my bottles to the shop
You bring your snacks back to your loft
Whenever starved and understocked
I think of mama and my pops
Just like my mother and my father
Not a lawyer or a doctor

credits

released March 1, 2014

50 pages
Written by Roland Pemberton
Layout and Editing by Ashley Opheim
Cover art and design by Rachel Shaw
Author photo by Rebecca Storm
Published by Metatron

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