by Joseph Milosch
locket cleavage
pictures Bobby K.
Martin hold gold
not skin
dreamer.
fold fingers
twine time
foundry parking
lot Luther
shot.
Dreamer! mustang
seat kiss
and J. Brown’s
voice
molten steel flakes
loss King
kissing.
Dreamer dream
Aretha fissure
crack in concrete
learn wrong
side of street
Junior.
yellow line fine
your walk my walk
sidewalks are
parallel lines, and bullets
travel in.
Dreamer no more
chocolate
melting
fingertips no
more smiles.
Guess whose not
coming to dinner?
clop clop
horse trots
I cry tears
hearse tears
dreamer.
Dreamer now
why should
we live
together?
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While I am no instructor of writing, nor author of poetic volumes, I must confess that this piece bothered me enough to leave this comment. Maybe I was so compelled because of its near-incoherence created by its minimalism. Or maybe because the event being described was thinly veiled by metaphor, but is nothing more than terse literary spectacle, which may or may not be thinly veiled compliment.