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Chicagoetry: Fresh HellFresh Hell Harried voices hurtle From a Yahtzee cup. Fortress And the wood fence along the garden Off which the voices bounce, Fervent conversations scored Hissing valves undergirding Ominous narratives. In a Robert Altman movie: You miss stuff. Often, what you hear Improbable revenge plots. And, of course, longing. Surprise love. Enough. Are ever Words, phrases, ejaculations Life on a grid: concave alleys, A singular acoustics. Asphalt and concrete, In crescendos and Of granite. In the atmosphere, every atom of it, Longing for a lucky roll, Longing to banish Lingering, yearning Lucky break, They love you! Fat chance: odds are Any old hell, The side of a cheap No one new - J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress. - More Tindall: * Chicagoetry: The Book * Ready To Rock: The Music * Kindled Tindall: The Novel * The Viral Video: The Match Game Dance Posted on April 9, 2017 |
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