splintered pallets

The Open Mic for Saints Past Prime is an oasis downtown

where poets go to barter in a fall zone of burnished emotional detail

Shouted rudely from a stage of splintered pallets

Gimlet songs The fool’s libretto An SOS I would rather not

get drawn into right now So I seize my allotted five

never regretting the lysergic years and the years that

followed in tricky fashion Dead sea Snow melt

The greater lapse of God

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