Friday, September 21, 2018

STARTING OUT LATE. by Jay Passer



I'm constipated with
the cries of gulls
and grind of backhoes

crashing into walls
falling down stairs
burning the toast

it's summer white with fog
and somnambulant sidewalks
I've started out late

Broadway garish with neon
promoting kink and sleaze

where I learned to love





Jay Passer's work has appeared in print and online since 1988. He is the author of several chapbooks and has appeared in a bunch of anthologies. His latest collection, they lied to me when they said everything would be alright, from Pski's Porch, is available at Amazon. Passer lives and works in San Francisco, the city of his birth.
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