Poem A Day – Ed Rinaldi – press this city to begin
press this city to beginportal scented rapturesomewhere I rememberthe smell of rusted Sun in the alleysoft clay, oiled with combustible churnbuilt upon, torn downand built upon againghosts of horses carry the burden as I teem with a madness manifested …
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