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1 Poem: Dan Sicoli
he got the nova the blue nova 3 weeks ago seems like he's been fucking with it since new years day jacked-up at the curb tools spilled out like toys and his bloated hands aren't even greasy sits on porch steps shirtless a huge hairy baby diapered in orange swimming trunks belching between each gulp of beer he steps up and revs the engine louder than the time before goes nowhere just stirs street dust in park his little tantrum it continues for weeks at all hours why should he respect us working stiffs fools who labor through shifts to hold down these hot damp rooms for sleep yes it goes on at least until i can figure a way to blow out his house without taking mine along with it sort of a grassroots nuclear dilemma i suppose |
Dan Sicoli is currently hugging a life preserver cast from a sinking ship called the City of Niagara Falls, NY. He has worked in a variety of vocations including baker, district sales manager, letter carrier, housing coordinator, printer, cheese packer, and rhythm guitar player. He is co-founder and co-editor of Slipstream Magazine and Press. His monthly poetry page appears on the e-zine, The-Hold (www.the-hold.com). Other recent work has appeared electronically with Stirring, Disquieting Muses, Naked Poetry, Interweave, and Erosha. |
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