Arsenic Lobster poetry journal |
Issue Thirty Winter 2012 |
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Sonnet Anthony Opal one day I will die of inspiration purple finch that I am and forget to flap my wings on purpose something that I imagine no other bird has ever really done before which I suppose is what makes me a person ungratefulness coupled with romantic notions of love and objects like the unsuspecting crow who edges the building and becomes a speck of blackness in the sky some shotgun shot above the field and away from every kind of symmetry which I suppose can be a kind of inspiration my heart as I’ve heard it said “beating like crazy” |
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