Daily Archives: December 4, 2015

With his Big Hand by Leo Riccio

I am not a silent poet

with his big hand
the backhand
to your face
stay in line
stay in place
this is the
true freedom
of Amerika
the backhand
to the brain
I’m sorry but
gonna tell it
like it is
is not nice
10 years in
iraniraqtheotherplace
what has it got us
it was weaponsof
mass destruction
now it’s terror ists isis
my appendix burst
because I could not
digest the news

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promised an advent by reuben woolley

I am not a silent poet

we reached out for new days

………said mary.it wasn’t

a question of comfort

………& john came through

in tumult……………a repeat

………………………..of doors

..

………………………..opening

..

he locked his steps behind him

………said

grass will cover

the old & pissed on.glitter

distracts & distracts

…………………………we don’t see

the rusty times

..

…………………………i have

no doubt

……….he said……….turning off

lights & carrying

candles

……….this will be

a final……….strategy…………to hold

& fuck

our bastard heads.lie

………………………….low

& let them play in sand

..

Poem 14 in what is provisionally called the ‘john & mary’ sequence.

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