Featured Poetry
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Stay on that fucking bus
Stay on that fucking bus
past the monoliths saluting the sky with their geometry
beyond the three story red-bricks
who merge in a wanton blur as you pass
on to where the road becomes a gravel path
forking out to the cliff tops from which you may jump
. -
The Proper Tack
Two floors down a man plays
his stereo
it is 3 a.m.
two hours ago I thought
to go down there and tell him
to shut it up
or play something I liked
but I didn't...
most men are unbending
at that hour
perhaps I will invite him
to tea
someday
and chop him
with an axe. -
Last Men on a Distant Mountain
Though they grit their teeth all
the while
while they hate their own sound
sound
for the sake of echoes
they hear
hear
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