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Forest Kvasnikoff
Poems
Apr 2017
First World BBQ
a stew of mortal
affordable gifts,
litter our lives,
tacky raining clouds
dribbling
- no -
its more like
robotic justice
we're
muzzled frantic cherries
chained to the liver
of mass media
- no -
its
hysteria, rumor, intrigue, ******
****
that’ll do...
two hundred thousand years
of this, you’d think we’d know
you reap what you sow
- no -
just clubbed fish
gawking for air
until deathly
first world bar-b-q
wine of cold lonely grapes
life on a pedestal
is sure to topple
maybe we'll eat
apples during the
fall
Written by
Forest Kvasnikoff
Alaska
(Alaska)
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