Fall '08 TOC
Tit for tat Like a pause mid thought The Men banging their jugs of wine, The Men of berries, The Frantic ripraps.
Sadness the size of a closed window Grief the size of Mexico.
The big boys Schools named after them. THEIR MUSES (Or other chicks) Dropped Like an egg or hope. Splatter on the Lower East Side.
Ogled and ignored (Go!!) Held children and word Close. Gnawed at the noose of family expectations Cut Calliope’s wrists, Chopped the before from the after, Shattered a water glass
Go! Go! Oh Outriders Who minds your generation? OH NO! OH BOY! There are few tokens in the anthologies, No thanks, No reciprocity or apologies From your left-handed mouths.
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