08 April 2013

Welcoming another guest blogger: Ryan Nowlin (lately of the Poetry Project). He will be joining me sometimes henceforth.

I don’t get Brooklyn

My boss thought the catnip
on my desk was pot.  Go figure!
The reason why I like you 
may stem from unresolved
issues from jr. high school
Atari was my personal hell.
 See where this behavior gets you?
Newark has the feeling of being
affixed, but not New York City.
Prudential Building is mostly
underrated in New Jersey.
Teens who hang out on street
corners become bus drivers.
Every stale breeze seemed
to whisper “Louise”
I have this recurrent dream
of a starry carousel creaking
After days of retrofitted murmurs
soft hypnotic laughter
approaching fresh fantasies
a licked window.

by Ryan Nowlin

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