Tag Archives: Michael N. Thompson

Quicksilver

Clad like a Marc Bolan daydream In the kind of dive Poets and other madmen Make their bones in, Lucy recognizes a man of letters When she sees one After the stranger is engaged By her reflection In the mirror … Continue reading

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Inside The Joint

Those full of false bravado Try to rule the roost By talking tough And playing cards For cigarettes Until chow comes The weak get preyed upon In an attempt to see If they have heart Lifting weights In the recreational … Continue reading

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Girls Of Summer

The girls of summer Fetch lovers like promises Until the archer’s armor cracks And wilts from the heat Limbs are a downfall This time every year And the pursuit begins With reckless abandon Hyenas become madmen In the face of … Continue reading

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Blaine

Past the quiet roar Of docile waters, Rats crawl and multiply And lead a bare-bones existence Among delinquent tramps and winos Beyond the smell of factories That burn plastic and wood, This place reeks Of rust and regrets It’s a … Continue reading

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