Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...I need instructions, a direction to go. It's urgent, I repeat..."
"...a release from summer's warm, wicked, wiles...."
"Living for months without a drop of water..."
"...That MEMORY That MYSTERY..."
"...I meet ghosts in society -- tall, short, thin, fat, well dressed...
"...I heard the sounds Of pots and pans Cheering and clapping..."
"...Your tattoos have faded to light grey..."
"...Come for me, for my death..."
"...outside the Cavern Club on Mathew Street..."
"...does not have a voice or a civil place in society..."
"...He looked over his shoulders daily...."
"New York City is where people who are disappearing go..."
"...Bathed in salt rain you will find me..."
"...sparks of revolution loom large..."
"...each arriving low, in permanent cursive..."
"...chasing the ghostly hoodoos and whatsits..."
"...There are no more secrets..."
"...the sledge that will be heaved at you..."
"...Honor the past rather than dwell on it..."
"...In the dark he drifted and strained his eyes..."
"Do you ever see things in the carpet..."
"...I am a weapon of mass destruction and social disruption..."
"...Gnaws at the walls of Decorum, propriety..."
"...The gods smiled with stately grace and raised their glass..."
"...maybe it's no different than before, but ..."
"...the pigeons flutter their wings..."
"...Her pay slip is engraved in her heart..."
"...Alarms sound, the gates fall..."
"...they act as if knights errant with their swords..."
"...Think of animated emoji reactions to a post..."