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Viscous Verses: A Bright Poem For A Stormy Sunday

By Craig Hard for Boston Compass (#124)

June 28, 2020

my heart hasn’t ironed out the details

the ducks are playing

enough cliches

enough games, flukes and hooded wolves

I’m slowly filling the chip on my shoulder with whatever sticks;

gum, dirt, refuse and wood glue

One day I’ll smooth over my edges

I don’t punch mirrors anymore

my eyes drool without care

It’s fun to let the wind lead the dance

my feet just go, one after another

I try not to question their eagerness

Craig Hard is a filmmaker and multi-media artist based now in Chicago.

Viscous Verses is edited by Art & Letters

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