Benjamin Eaton Joe Angotti “Island Number 10” Arica Brazil The clouds split the Mississippi River— “Something Close to Home” gray stones flinch underneath. The river illumes redgloss-stumps The buildings kept climbing up, and we kept plummeting down and moss-bark, both blossomed under Gypcrete and glass flowing boulders and branches, Each one more eager to interrupt heaven each scratching shoreline coasts. Each one more shiny and slick; Secreting an electric sludge. Thatches and slabs and mildew scabs crash-crescendo down banks, Books became rocks, flooding with twigs that decimate the thrushes’ canebrakes Rocks became sidewalks, and stock piles by river basins Advanced into something… under undisturbed beds of the dead. Wind pipes creeping up on plastic matrix. Beneath the carnage a slow walleye Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone battles for inches, a sturgeon swims And I think it's gonna’ be a long. long time. with the strong current, a large mouth bass bouts, and the muscle hugs unnoticed, as the currents strength The buildings kept climbing up, and we kept plummeting down forces another shad to perish. Steel and sand Each one more willing to interrupt heaven Each one more complex and copied; Unions loved the sites. The bad and the new bad The sad and the new sad
Benjamin Eaton “Island Number 10” The clouds split the Mississippi River— gray stones flinch underneath. The river illumes redgloss-stumps and moss-bark, both blossomed under flowing boulders and branches, each scratching shoreline coasts. Thatches and slabs and mildew scabs crash-crescendo down banks, flooding with twigs that decimate the thrushes’ canebrakes and stock piles by river basins under undisturbed beds of the dead. Beneath the carnage a slow walleye battles for inches, a sturgeon swims with the strong current, a large mouth bass bouts, and the muscle hugs unnoticed, as the currents strength forces another shad to perish. Joe Angotti Arica Brazil “Something Close to Home” The buildings kept climbing up, and we kept plummeting down Gypcrete and glass Each one more eager to interrupt heaven Each one more shiny and slick; Secreting an electric sludge. Books became rocks, Rocks became sidewalks, Advanced into something… Wind pipes creeping up on plastic matrix. Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone And I think it's gonna’ be a long. long time. The buildings kept climbing up, and we kept plummeting down Steel and sand Each one more willing to interrupt heaven Each one more complex and copied; Unions loved the sites. The bad and the new bad The sad and the new sad
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