Christopher Lindstrom

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christopherdlindstrom@gmail.com

Aegir got a ton of great submissions and it’s gonna be raddd and I’m super grateful for everyone who submitted stuff or spread the word. Thanks! And if you submitted, let me know. The judging is anonymous but we can be friends!!!

(The deadline was the 24th but we’ll still be accepting stuff until Sunday)

(i’m writing a collection of poems about working at a gas station. this is a poem from that)

It’s 11:30
and my skeleton has become untethered
bones jangling
like a pile of jenga blocks
in a hollowed out beanbag chair
that you toss off a cliff
hopefully
in time
the beanbag chair thins out
and the fall is not so far

A lady in a I SEE DUMB PEOPLE t shirt
crosses her arms
while I try to calculate her change
in my head
43 cents in a dollar 
is what

Outside
a beetle drowns
in the smallest collection of rain water
a girl in a floral dress and boots
watches me handle trash
at the pumps
welcome to my kingdom
trash water gets into my glove
into cuts
in my fingers
the bubonic plague
is back in China
a town called Yumen
quarantined
if it comes here
if it does
I think I’ll be okay

aegirmag:

Today, 7/24, is the last day for submissions for Aegir Magazine!

check out our tumblr for guidelines
and email us at aegirmag@gmail.com

we are looking for all forms of digital art and literature

last chance to get published in my dope ass magazine!!!

People should talk to me if they want to because I’m out of Kim Kardashian: Hollywood action points and I don’t know what to do with myself.

christopherlindstrom:

aegirmag:

Aegir Magazine is looking for your art, photography, prose, poems and all things publishable in book form for our first issue this fall

Email your submissions to aegirmag@gmail.com

DEADLINE: JULY 24!!!

We are a full color print magazine

If you are underwhelmed with life, overwhelmed by snakes, and you think happiness can only be achieved through naps, we are you!

(check our tumblr for submission guidelines)

submissions are closing in 3 days! Submit or share with your art friends or don’t do anything. Whatever, we’re still cool.

I
you hit a hummingbird
in your grandmother’s Lincoln
and you forget to worry
about the damages
as you accelerate further up the hill

it might have been a moth
but you imagine a beak
in the blur
that smashes against your Me Ma’s
oatmeal deathtank

II
a man with a calf tattoo buys a chug jug
and sits by the window
watching strangers pump gas
for a good thirty minutes
on a saturday

III
Mumbo Number 5 plays once every three hours
it is 2014
and people still raise the roof sometimes
to Mumbo Number 5

IV
all the quarters that you have in your pocket
are really nickels that you thought were bigger
but no they are nickels
and you get to eat skittles for dinner again
which is still kinda rad

V
Happy follows you from the store
to your Continental
Pharrell Williams
becomes the moon following you home
asking you to clap if you feel like a room
his large hat blots out the stars

ash out cigarettes onto your legs
if you need to wake up enough
to tell the trees from the road

last night i made a post complaining about how my job sucks and i have no money but really, i don’t deserve money. my amazon wishlist is filled with swords and i own a painting of myself. i don’t deserve money at all. at all, i say!

aegirmag:

Aegir Magazine is looking for your art, photography, prose, poems and all things publishable in book form for our first issue this fall

Email your submissions to aegirmag@gmail.com

DEADLINE: JULY 24!!!

We are a full color print magazine

If you are underwhelmed with life, overwhelmed by snakes, and you think happiness can only be achieved through naps, we are you!

(check our tumblr for submission guidelines)

submissions are closing in 5 days! ;3

(via aegirmag)

So I’ve been pretending to myself that working at a gas station is good for my creativity even though it isn’t because getting covered in coffee and trash water and having to touch hotdogs and rotate hotdogs and be near hotdogs for 8 dollars an hour is not worth the loss of one’s soul.

Idk, prepare for my epic poem, no i don’t wanna tuck in my shirt, you monsters, when it drops. If it drops. I’m so goddamn tired.

you get the Boy Meets World sequel
that you deserve
and Mr. Feeny is a ghost
and Shawn probably never married Angela
and you always hoped that he would

no drug dealer wants to sell weed
to a fallen twenty six year old
whose hair often breaks before it gets long
nobody ever appreciates
a new looking shirt
nobody ever wants to see
a sad man eating a Rice Krispie Treat
in his car

there is a historic park
near your house
that you used to visit
there was a river at the park
there was a mill
the mill is now gone

if you ever go back there
if you ever visit
watch out for Danny
a ragamuffin youth
who will hound you for cigarettes
until you finally break apart