| Thunder Sandwich #17
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 dweeb by jeff filipski |
| THE TRAFFIC OF WORRY Here on this chocolate afternoon across the lightning highway squeezed between incidental conflict and the guttural dialogue of tour buses, worry survives in concrete vibrations, in the kicked gravel from dump truck tires, in the feisty advance of four wheel drivers. More confident than God and as thirsty, worry gathers like a rumor, hitching itself to every milepost, this artery not wide enough to carry the strain across its wet bridges. Driving hard toward the ocean and back, worry leaves a thin coat of vacillation in its sorry wake. BILLY COLLINS IS A PANE OF GLASS Billy Collins is a pane of glass I can still break with a pitch. Sure he is clever, succinct, and neutral, but you've gotta throw hard to use the spitter; you've gotta bring your game to the hitter. Billy Collins works so softly some days I barely hear him pass, tiptoeing through the outfield grass. Billy Collins knows the proper way to hold a glass of tea in the dugout by the batting rack, opaque, practicing his Chi. While I throw hard to work the spitter, take my game right to the hitter, Billy's verses lap the flat beach, kicking foam across the shells, but the morning gulls so out of reach call louder than his swells. |
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| ISSN: 1534-4037 |
Edited by Jim Chandler & Haze McElhenny
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