Book Review for The Charm:

Subterranean Blue Poetry

Volume IV Issue I

the day the ufo stood still

a day like any other,

really, rain dropping

centuries of data

to break against

my windows, water

streaming down glass

like music over wifi,

and i don’t understand

much of what world

means anymore, or

what it ever meant.

millionaires made

off whimsical tithes:

click, here’s .99 cents

for your dancing

and singing, it builds

to a crescendo and

sustains around noon

with eggs frying

in butter on glass,

in a non-stick pan,

in a new condo

building designed

to look like an old

condo building, yet

the letters don’t

settle, they shift

and seethe just

under the surface;

a layer below

cloud cover,

a lining lying

a better day

at our feet.

Available at above/ground press.

Subterranean Blue Poetry

© 2015