The bad little brother of the Aurorean

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[one_half last=”no” class=”” id=””]Thomas Pescatore[/one_half]

[one_half last=”yes” class=”” id=””]WINTER 2016[/one_half]

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And one by one into the cabin space
landscape annihilator they go,
point to point connection, rotation,
here now go and here back and nothings
changed except for lag on the camera lens,
sleep time and that light, those cloudy horizons,
all that unwashed rabble, green squares, land,
below; airplanes are for people without wings.


Bio

[highlight color=”” rounded=”no” class=”” id=””]Thomas Pescatore[/highlight] can sometimes be seen wandering along the Walt Whitman bridge or down the sidewalks of Philadelphia’s old Skid Row. He might have left a poem or two behind to mark his trail. He maintains a poetry blog: amagicalmistake.blogspot.com.

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