Two Poems
Alan Chazaro
Here’s my truth: the internet fucks me up / It lets me know everything I’ve missed and always wanted / Like a post-disorder / It gives me conclusions I don’t need
Here’s my truth: the internet fucks me up / It lets me know everything I’ve missed and always wanted / Like a post-disorder / It gives me conclusions I don’t need
Wait’ll they get a taste
of sparrow kick smackdown—
bugger off, budgerigars!
When you take a hero’s stance at the edge
of so much broken glass, remember the first time:
your body fresh pummeled between rubber and snow
alone, meticulous
a mirror walkthrough as pirate
chasing pre-destined bigotry
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