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A sincere, honest and personal reflection in the guise of a poetry collection.

Synopsis

3 a.m. Blues is a reflection on a relationship
gone wrong in all the right ways.
From denial and bitterness to acceptance and forgiveness, it is a journey of great heartache that turned into tremendous personal growth.

3a.m. Blues is the second poetry collection from Fulkerson - The Glenmore Sessions being a tremendous debut.


The approach in 3a.m. Blues is very different to The Glenmore Sessions; divided into three sections - Denial & Bitterness, Acceptance & Forgiveness, and New Beginnings. Fulkerson's focus this time is on the linear journey through and out of heartache, with each section beginning with a glimpse into the speaker's inner monologue.


"My body carries the bruises of our love"


This book is a sincere, honest and personal reflection in the guise of a poetry collection. Pieces like 'I'm Nowhere', 'More' and 'I Used to Want to Sail the World' are stunning poems which throb with the bitterness and sadness muddling beneath the surface once love is lost.


The middle section, Acceptance & Forgiveness, is not as strong in regards to the talent Fulkerson displays elsewhere and most notably in his first collection. But, the two opening poems 'Face It' and 'Dust' succinctly explore certain inalienable truths.


Whilst the final poem, 'The Girl from Hendersonville' brings the journey to a hopeful end.


"You are
the world that can't be spoken of
inside me."


Although, in my opinion, 3a.m. Blues does not match the triumph of The Glenmore Sessions, it is clear Fulkerson was creating something new here. I admire his poetic courage and his ability to play with the written word and how a journey can be presented to the reader. It is a book I would recommend reading by lamplight in the early hours of the morning - because many of the pieces reflect the thoughts which appear and disappear at 3a.m.

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Synopsis

3 a.m. Blues is a reflection on a relationship
gone wrong in all the right ways.
From denial and bitterness to acceptance and forgiveness, it is a journey of great heartache that turned into tremendous personal growth.

Coagulated

 

It's surprising the things you find

out about yourself at 3 o'clock

in the morning,

lying on the living room floor

head spinning with drink,

mind racing with regret,

wanting so desperately to send

that message, yet knowing it’s

inviting the devil back in,

granting the succubus access

to my vital organs once more,

like the drag of the needle

tracing silhouettes of angels

wings down my arm, veins

clouding with the junk of us.






More

 

Are we ever really happy?

 

That gnawing, clawing,

insatiable, teeth gnashing

feeling that there's more;

more to experience,

more to explore,

to love

to fuck up

to lose.

 

The feeling you're just scratching

the surface of life.

 

That there's not enough

hours, minutes, or seconds

in the day to discover,

pursue and accomplish

those things that were

strategically placed

just out of our reach

in the deepest recesses of our soul

inexplicably linked to the very fabric

of who we are.

 

There's always more.

There has to be.






I Used to Want to Sail the World

 

I used to want to sail the world,

now it hurts to say your name aloud.

 

We swore we would tell each other

when we fell out of love, that we

wouldn't waste one another’s time,

but it came suddenly and

without warning.

 

I can count on one hand

maybe two, the times I dialed

your number thinking just a whisper

is all I needed.

just one word

followed by silence,

*69

and the imagined shock of

realization across your face.

That's enough excitement for tonight.

When you walk away from eternity

does that exempt you from heaven

and hell?

 

I just need to know if it's too late

to hedge my bets.

I hear reincarnation is nice.

 

I could come back as a raven

or maybe a silkworm,

and weave my failures

into a nice sized duvet.

I used to want to sail the world,

but now I can't be in the same room

as you without losing the ability

to conjugate vowels.

It was always vowels with us,

our arguments always ending in I-O-U.

 

Not to say the times in-between weren't

the best we ever had, just that the edges

were sharp and the cuts were deep.

 

I used to want to sail the world,

nowadays I just want to right the ship,

keep it safely tucked into the harbor

and moored to the shore,

far from the uncertainties of what lie

beneath the surface of the deep.


 








About the author

Joseph Fulkerson was born in 1979 in Owensboro, Ky. He lives and works there with his wife, kids, and two crazy dogs. He is a writer of poetry and haiku. He currently works as an electrician. view profile

Published on October 14, 2019

2000 words

Contains explicit content ⚠️

Genre: Poetry

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