A PARADE…
marches in weak autumn sunlight.
We are ghosts, firefighters,
devils and robots and melting men. Jack-o-lanterns set crooked grins.
What we hide is in plain sight.
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CIVILIZATION AND ITS’ DISCONNECTS Turn off your computer. I know, I know. I will cease to exist. I will return to my cave of shadows, ha... -
BACK IN BROOKLYN… The latticed chain-link casts its’ shadow and the gods skip a shallow grave. Zeus ran a moving business on 4th ave, but ...
