He turns his head expectantly expecting her not to reach the door—for the door—of other voices & lines all mashed and troubled and fed eggs bacon sausage bread pancakes toast Easter post-church, warped through concrete & glass lenses to the outside—blockade— who’s thinking?—where does all this death go?— into that ground he knows—& gone to … Continue reading
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Some Change for the Time Man — Tom Pescatore
Anchor me down with the past… I’m a floating helium-centric goon of the heavens babbling incoherent love songs to the sick— oh well, it was a mighty cause when I fought it, when I remembered what it was, but now I’m ground up in old groundhog day senility starting 8 hours behind the sun and … Continue reading