BIO

Zachari James Popour was born April 11th, 1985 in Bad Axe, Michigan. He is a life long resident of Huron County, MI, has had several pieces published through out the online world, and considers himself to be just like you; both the best and worst person in varying degrees of comprehension.

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"WINDOW FOG"

Velvet touch of the tandem night

When our somatic writhing falls

slack into bucket seats

and our heavy vapors dance

from our mouths as poised oracles

to heat the winter night

Denim clad floor mats

Dashboard glow

Wiping the condensation haze

from the inside of consummate windows

Smiles on our flushed faces

and my hand on your thigh

Emotional alchemy

Rebuking doubt

This is what I see days later

When the sunshine is so bright

Reflecting off of the snow

in an optical white out

This is what I see

every time I close my eyes

It's easy to get lost in a nostalgic reverie

when it feels so good

I don't even bother questioning

whether or not

the feelings are parallel anymore

I can appreciate a good lie

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"THE WORLD AT YOUR FEET"

It's a Monday night

and I'm sitting in my room

alone

Sinking into the fabric of a blue La-Z-Boy

Reclined and as comfortable as I could be

The television is on

but I'm not paying attention

There's a double bulb lamp on in front of me

and I catch a glimpse of my sock

and the light behind it

Stray hairs

Fuzz

Lint

and Filth

now visible

The sock is a dingy white

and just the outline of it glows

The center is blackened by shadow

My dirty, smelly sock

reminds me of nearly every person

I've ever met

Glowing,

a radiant façade on the outside

with a dark,

snarling,

painful groaning

silently bellowed

from their cores

They're lying to themselves

Then there are the one's that wear their ache

on the outside

day in

and day out

Keeping their light bottled up

like some expensive vintage wine

They're lying to everyone else

I put on my shoes

because it's almost too much

knowing that you have

all of humanity

at your feet

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"ON DECOMPOSING AND DRY EYED WONDER"

I've got the final draft of my own eulogy

tucked in my front pocket

and a note full of I LOVE YOU's

in my wallet

because it's the only currency

that's worth more than the paper

it's printed on

I keep my Marlboro's Light

with one lit right off of the other

An umbrella in hand

on a clear as crystal day

because the inevitable storm is near

I can feel it

Shuffling past the catatonic

with prescription smiles

who point and laugh maniacally

because they don't know

what to say

I walk across the street

in the middle of a parade,

without looking up,

to deposit my life savings

in a baby's stroller

so he'll be able to buy some sunshine

that's brighter than my own

Out pours the fanfare

blaring No Name No. 5

My Sunshine's absent

and my empty buddy Beam gets smashed

against a brick wall in an alley

that suits the mood

So here I sit

Immobile with mouth agape

and a dead eyed stare

I look through the plain-clothes priest

who passes while gesturing

the sign of the cross

No words still

but I manage to scoff

out and into the righteous sky

And here I sit

Stiff among the juniper shade

Where gravity

seems to be the only thing

really keeping me down

Feasting upon my depraved sense of compassion

with its belly already full

A familiar girl walks up

with stop sign lips and a blue berry gaze

that leaves me drowning

in its oceanic depth

She bends over

to kiss my dehydrated eyes

And here we sit

She leans in

and I tilt my head

as she releases a cleft lip like whisper

to stress the plural in

possibilities