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stranded fast upon these shores as twilight deepens

Spring 2013 Cover of the Café Review

by Robert Roley

stymied
           before icons of the virtual
the news all apocalypse
                       colorado burning
           words like fragments
                       of a shattered pane
caught up in the dream
           of the calico ape
we await some loaves
           and fishes thing

me    i’ve become
         the fakir’s apprentice
i talk to myself
sleep on the floor
wear sandals in the rain
         like an off ramp jesus
                                cadging coin
in anticipation
                   of the wheel
i’ve taken up bowing
                              to sand

the glove box poet

Spring 2013 Cover of the Café Review

by Robert Roley

gone downtown heard some old geezer gassin’
            they can’t take nothin’ from you once you’re skint

                                    holy marginalia
                                                           rat can!

upright gait
opposable thumbs
            laying on shackles of spiel
in the rhyming
                        of grifters and lords
            only the scabrous
                        repetition of platitudes
            the myth
                        of the homogeneous man

gripped in the fanciful
            seethe of certainty
if only they’d speak
            i’d plagiarize the gods

Architecture

Spring 2013 Cover of the Café Review

by Robbie Sugg

I live in a concrete monolith
cells divided by
              sheetrock plaster plateglass plastic
                             pipeline blood vessels
                             cars parked in the bowels
              straight cut standing tall
              a clock tower (no one reads)
              to top off
                             hotel consciousness.

Walking back from the library
              cheap paint, brain colored
              highlights waiter valley Oak
                             branches as currents
                             and conduits curling
                             in the leafless lung.

Passing under naked canopy
              cold wet air biting
              my thinboned hands

didn’t notice my old friend
              walking by.

Observing Glen Park

Spring 2013 Cover of the Café Review

by Robbie Sugg

Clouds diffuse
over the canyon,
plank houses
              rise on stilts to meet
              the rice paper sky.

The age old invitation
benches under trees
to write a commotion
           of birds and
           talons in my
           nest of hair.

Clutching umbrella tighter
           Frenzy in my coat
           with feathered fearless
           stare of pigeons
           at my feet.

Familiar smells of eucalyptus
           the glimmer of rain in the air
                         and wind
the dust in the streets
           of the fogeyed city
           bathed in the gray milk of clouds
           painting the town monotonous.

Forded the crosswalk
           incensed with exhaust
           carried on wet breeze to
                         another lung.

A bench to sit on
A sidewalk to lay the soul
                         of my feet.

Lines in the pavement to contemplate
through which insistent birds pluck
           invisible seeds
           that fell from creation
           now a pearl tossing
           in the belly.