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Vandal Poem of the Day: April 29, 2020

 by Graham Foust

Look at the sky, go
back inside. Cocaine
makes its way to Wisconsin.

The TV’s thick with burial, hilarious
with seed, and while the moon,
my mind, and the real world stay home,

I will walk walk
walk unkilled around
a new year’s clumsy gallows.

Anything’s impossible. I’m not
you. Here’s to music
to be in the movies to.
from Necessary StrangerFind more by Graham Foust at the library
Copyright © 2007 Graham Foust

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Published in Graham Foust Poems

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