UNDERGROUND VOICES MAGAZINE/DENISE KINCY


	UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY

DENISE KINCY

Clint never lived here

City life, you said,
a second story loft
lullaby, grunge band below
hot chick, willing, above
creature comforts
private statements
artistic endeavors
riding the wave of rock idols
and incandescent dreams
satisfaction

But this never came to pass
It was all drowned
in the embryotic fluid
of your dashed hopes
bad choices
wrong turns
and one tragic decision.
The worst part
is the band plays on.