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MIKE BOYLE
Cubism #201 sometimes it doesn't seem real / all these people involved in po etics, art, music on the internet / all these people i call friends / there's poeple in my h ome town that do that but they seem less re al somehow / it's poss ibily the lackluster hom e-town mentality that dr ives me to these places looking for a wider view after hearing about cait i cried like a baby, then drove over to visit my si ster who never said a w ord about laundromat s uite after i gave it to her my grand-niece was th ere, she had slept over the night before and sh e's getting bigger, in 1st grade now / i hadn't seen her in a while and asked about school, what happ ened to your tooth? you look funny, i said / it fe ll out but there's a new one coming in, see? o h yes, i see / she told me about school and i told her about riding m y bike in the park acro ss from her school by the river / play catch with me? she asked what? / i'll throw you the pillow and you th row it back, silly, she said / who's silly? / y ou are! / no i'm not, i 'm a serious grown-up i'm gonna bean you in the head! she said / g o on and try / we play ed catch with the sofa pillow and i remember ed being 6, how every thing was already ther e by then / before the endless jumping throu gh hoops / my sister sat on the couch whe re my mother used to sit / watched us / we played nice / talked i went outside later wi th my sister and told her my friend died / t here was a lump in m y throat / oh, one of t hose writers? / yeah she published a lot o f my stuff, she was c ool, i said / i could te ll none of it seemed r eal to her and droppe d it / the kid came out and i didn't want to tal k about death around her / nana went away where? / away / she's coming back? / no, s he went away / give y our great-uncle a hug he's leaving / it was n ice to see you, i said you do good in school right? / i'll kick their bu tts, she said / ha! reall y? / it was nice to see you too, she said / kid s know everything / i w onder what will come of her / she's got no male role-model / father long gone way before she w as even born / there's n othing i can do / it's not my place / i don't know Mike Boyle lives and works in Harrisburg, PA. There's been street life, bar life and factory life in several cities.There's been songs with several bands, poems, stories, home recordings as bohobait and several novel messes. His latest chapbook is Laundromat Suite (Rank Stranger Press) |
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