Couch to Couch Never Leaving the House

By A. M. Langston

From Couch to Couch, Never Leaving the House is a collection of poems by American writer A.M. Langston. This particular selection spans the time that he was living in Gallup, New Mexico and Columbia, South Carolina, before moving back across the U. S. to be with his future wife and to start college. These works are an expression of the poet being raised among a wide variety of rich cultures, while being isolated from his own extended family and that history.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. M. Langston
• Release date: Oct 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781520967110

A. M. Langston

A. M. Langston is a restless millennial searching for meaning inside the wires and waves that make up the technology surrounding us during our every waking minute. Born in Illinois in 1988 and raised across the United States, he has called New Mexico home since 2004. "Couch to Couch, Never Leaving the House", Langston's first poetry collection, was published on June 21st, 2017.

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Couch to Couch, Never Leaving the House

A. M. Langston

Dedicated to the eternal love of my life, Katie.

Copyright © 2016 by Alex Langston

Cover design © 2016 by Alex Langston and Andrew Linville

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First Edition, 2016

1.

the suburban white ape’s portals observed on either side of my corner of a peppered egg white room look down on haggard trees in an empty dirt lot. a gritty solar system spiraled with green leafy galaxies performing a uniform decay.

commercial airliners flash color-blind lamps on their wings against a purple and holy southern king’s robe sky. a speck of uncertainty haunting the folds of the unwavering limitation of man.

those portals reflect their partner but shape light beams that burn into the room as an attempt to interrupt focus. the bulb adorned poles lining a tarred dead end, a child of loose earth wildly continuing on, unhindered.

2.

my vast and elaborate hallucination. vanilla alcohol lucid dream taking place in a black imitation leather chair where I’m staring at a computer monitor that displays nothing to pass the time by performing.

brush strokes wisp by so gently from the opposite side of the 4k screen that they’re nearly impossible to perceive. they leave small predictions of the future in their oily stead.

a career being taken over by an award winning AI. cat hair being dug out of a graphics card. no middle class and extended periods in which all humanity allows their minds to stagnate to collect mosquito larva.

3.

providence surrounds my soul

folding it as a mildly flavored

tan dough from western to eastern corners that have not previously graced my thought

serenely dry and crusted, the divine hands roll my essence with flour, soda powder, grass, cattle, fast food restaurants, and eastern red bud.

out of the thick starch tumbles my past. things that a