poverty

give me my 12 cuckoos worth
of haunted fleurons, nostalgia
to fix my haywire antennae
and be heard

from behind a curtain of needles
where I bask in the toxic -
volatile, with amnesia
volatile, without

 Peter Schwartz, *first published by 42 Opus

the window is open
a guitar is playing someone
across the street
& yes
I write my dreams upon the sky like stars
 

Joseph R. Trombatore