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eyes shut in son’s rocker in corner being dragged out to brush drums of windy forest                  why can’t i remember birth?                gruesome old sports injuries?                 long lost days in reno ruminating?     mafia even ran the laundromats that would pump out less soap and lather to make a quick buck                  why just milfs? why not filfs?                i see how some of them                are looking at me   there’s so much more life in the wind in the trees in the breeze than any of these so called human beings looking down at cell phones who don’t see a thing                   sandcastle cities eternally wrapped by the sea                 swathed in mystery in the mist of mountains                 sprinkled dappled in the deep transcendent   shadows of seaweed mystically musty, mildewy alas can’t rinse out your sleeve                   almost as if living, existing deep within the conch shell                 the clam shell, the mollusc and magnificent                 view of the mediterannean   knowing right there and then all of hell and heaven, life and existence all forms and illusions, secret senses, core derivation of language                   topless, erotic, self-conscience, neurotic                 whose bosoms of all different shapes and sizes                 move with the exact same rhythm and motion of the ocean   the plain and palm trees and polizzia and orchard upon orchard of lemons and olives                    which makes up culture                  makes you lick your lips outside                  dripping liqueur patisserie windows   those sooty sepia shutters embedded embracing the verdant entrance of splendid antiquity overlooking the periphery of poverty                     like some old black & white                   adolfe menjou edward g robinson                   humphrey bogart dusk to dawn film noire         ash-stained soot-stained newsprint tenements splashed and sprayed in the spit of storms and oceans along with all the betrayal and bullshit of human nature

scenes from the ferry by joseph reich

Profile for Burner Magazine

Burner Magazine, issue 01 (September 2010)  

The inaugural issue of Burner Magazine, which aims to take the boring out of the literary and arts scenes.

Burner Magazine, issue 01 (September 2010)  

The inaugural issue of Burner Magazine, which aims to take the boring out of the literary and arts scenes.

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