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The strike is starting! Everyone likes sunsets. The strike is starting! Turn your radios up. The strike is starting! Shut up, you belligerent fool, no one striking nothing but we all meeting in the streets, we trying to be on the radio, and we̶̶ ̶ The strike is starting! A cold silence follows. Now the solitary voice understands it’s past time—he shuts the fuck up. The stri—ate white man is stepping to the podium. And we on the radio! [Clear clear throat]—and gentlemen I am pleased to announce that there will be no formal uh now I thank you, you may go. To the left, to the left, to the left hand-over-your-wallet’s  time to get building, up up and away, signs up, WE WON’T GO! signs ̶  upper level here! Get your tickets, half price! You got floor seats? I need to get close enough to—Shoot! that’s what binoculars are for, just look up at the Teevee, aim the remote and zigga-zigga-zigga-zigga, there it is again, and again, and again if you’d like, or, zuuud-zuuud-zuuud and we just skipped a fucking year, and here we are still living the dream, speech…one day…Strike! Flame, throw in the paper, burn, throw it in the pile of broken promises written by kids with degrees in speech writing, they’ll get opportunities in delegation later, these words sound familiar you you you, this this this, and while you’re all busy, I’m just gonna step right back into my own little…WHAM!!! You just lost your health insurance. WHAM! Right in your U- tur, us ah! We demand a recount! Don’t you understand you are wasting...

Le Wail

  seeping and calm an absorber, a witness a fountain,  a friend grateful even   pushed around by your built replicas of me net and spear, still i care i could hide, i have worlds but i choose you migrating  through your tears   use all of me and gloat, smother me on your billboard lips cause Im as smooth as you are dull   i need no breath, and i am weightless, and that’s scary to you, i blow and you push again   and i’ll die easily to remain sacred i have nothing to...

Sweet Salt, Seagulls, Flamingos, At the Grocery Store

  Sweet Salt   Worker bees, the bees who collect pollen are female. Transform pollen into honey. Before black sage blooms it looks like a succulent. Cold, and hard as if from the mesozoic era and then from its circle of leaves appear purple blossoms. Black sage grows in the deserts of Southern and Baja California. While collecting pollen from its flowers, half the hive may die from the heat and lack of water. In a spoonful, you can taste the hovering desperation of the bees without hydration. To make bread the only ingredients you need are: water, flour, yeast, and salt. Bread in Tuscany is made without salt. One story blames the lack of salt in Tuscan bread to widespread poverty in the Middle Ages, poverty in which salt was too expensive a commodity. Tuscan bread or pane tuscano is known throughout Italy for being unsalted, sciocco. This words also means: silly, foolish, stupid, daft, insipid, tasteless, nitwit, noodle. Cooks rely on salt to preserve meat. Enhance flavor. A Czech fairy tale begins: A king had three daughters. He asked them how much they loved him. The eldest replied, more than gold. The middle, more than silver and all the jewels in the world. The youngest said, I love you more than salt.   Seagulls, Flamingos, Atwater   Crouching on the curb in atwater Seagulls circling above us. What are they doing here, we wonder, there’s no water. I tell them to fly west. There’s flamingos in the middle of Bolivia, I say. The sun is glaring. Cacti overflow from a green dumpster. They visit a lake in...

AT MOS

  ¶   there is always an invisible force even when alone – together even when alone – alone there is always an invisible force conducts our every impulse i think of you ceaselessly ceaselessly you are large and vast as the ocean itself by itself shapeless without a creature inside, not a single cell, one molar tooth of matter other than water hydrogen – oxygen – hydrogen atoms a t o m s a t m o s a t  m o s   ¶1   and this, multiple lacerations, this stings like a mutherfucking skate, the kind that cuts across the ocean bottom like butter before it’s dipped in a secret batter and fried golden delicious to a crisp, served with apple compote at my favorite star restaurant — classy, keepin’ it world class, this skate a substitute for the real thing, the sting out of my price range. but it’s easy to be a cry baby over it, get it, tiny dings incur tiny debt (too small for the naked lens to kaptcha), it was only the cat’s miaow, if only i’d gone to the bank, was my only security the shore line or was it consolation, your voice only carries across the crowd when the dunes, as soon as day break, begin as the next cycle of elections begin cuts back to corral the fallen wishy washy morale, sooty tree, company, decree what greed? — i’ve none. i blink and you do not believe, deep (breathe, hon) diving in the sea bell bottoms, slight aberration, bronzen kiss the brazen sun: it is an equation and...

Dominic Quagliozzi: Poems

Part A (2006) Middle ground obscurity Faceless outside of the crowd. Disabled to the point of acceptance Accepted to the point of disability. Juggling seasons of unrest with excitement of discovery is too lofty for any man. Real world expectations to death I am one man within two. Remind me which one you know.   Part B (2015) The welcome of a hero Isolation was the most crowded affair. This mighty end to the Mighty struggle met with a gracious and accepting host. A continuation through an end, the unconscionable excitement too lofty for any man. Strangers welcomed within as the party of life rages on I am one man, containing two. Remind me which one you...

hashtag, love magic, love letter

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