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Poem #78

i didn’t start to die until i saw
far down the lane,
round a curve,
a corpse whose face
I’ve seen before, if only in… 117 more words

Michael Glenn

Poem #77

Comic book pilgrimage often took me
away from the neighborhood,

across strip mall utopia, paved over fields,

onto the railroad tracks purgatorial planes.It filled lakes of goodness in me… 89 more words

Michael Glenn

Poem #76

It’s a helluva life that we get,
A skin riff sustained by meager elements.
Owned or rented or fading even as it’s brightening.
Winched up by holy holy holy, but there are no cookies at the end of this line. 152 more words

Michael Glenn