Poetry of Issue #6                        Page 38
Previous Next Table of Contents	Pratfall this suicide bomber walks into a cafe on her tenth birth day nothing not even a lover's punch line remains forgive us father we know exactly what we do   Vince Corvaia __	Plot Twist but what if instead it was the witch Toto found behind the curtain what if it was curtains for our foursome the boneyard for Toto horror & anarchy for the hapless Ozians in their illusory utopia this is pretty much my average day     give or take those goddamn monkeys   Vince Corvaia__	Intermission I think about that one meteor with our name on it but not too often   Vince Corvaia__ ©Bob Heman: TThe Arrival (XII) - August 20, 2018	Black Dog everything I wrote stunk to low heaven I was Pluto demotes & dismissed to pester other galaxies even the moon switched off her porch light as I went by sole rider on the last shuttle home a shell of my current self   Vince Corvaia__