The Street Signs Are Blank
Without guidance, time is hell.
The floor jumps up. Weeds grow
in our living room. The couch
is another color. Neon lights
are shrouding everything. Are
we moving to another house
with paisley prints upon
the window panes?
Silly.
I thought you loved me.
You do? Why, then, am I
waiting on the bus?
Errol Miller
Monroe (LA) CA.
Have you seen the writing on the
wall
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b stephen harding, Editor: Robert Craig, Consulting Editor:
Seymour Mayne, Art Consultant: Kane Faucher
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