Sirens

11a: bronze by gold heard … - 00:44:42
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Read by: Kara Shallenberg

11b: never would richie … - 00:55:18
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Read by: Kara Shallenberg

no way #23

by Jeffrey Paggi

graysky cutgrass blues
(blow these)
dandelion seed pool-boy daydreams
across the (paranoid backyard).


blushing mixer drinks more
paint thinner than pear juice
more strong silent than group sex.

same sex
same sense
same self
same sulk
same situation.

you her him and whomever else
and me and her.

same selfless
nightmare/daystallion.

same weightless rainbow.

same pretense.

i once stayed up all night all day drinking
photographs of wheatgrass dusty canyon complete set
topps
’88,
’87,
miracle boys in summer sweatsuits.

say what they said to shoeless joe
say “no way,”
say john cusack sleepover, fix the tracking,
track the specimen, welcome to the...
guns shooting rose bullets,
late eighties divorce papers come
but,

no way.

I once drank 3 coffee jugs
and jangled 3 mugshot glasses

past
rapid eye movement I
wrapped. Eye move meant I
present.

no way.

A winter rose,
sepia tone,
burning in your
thrift store
frame.