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 #22 

July
2012


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a poem by Steven Gulvezan

4 A.M.

Big translucent cockroach
Gnawing at my brain
Picking apart
Those thoughts and words
That seemed so very
Meaningful
Late last night
While we were slurping
Pink champagne
And exchanging
More than urgent glances
Under the throbbing moon
Shining blue upon
Your twice-plowed garden

© by Steven Gulvezan

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #22 ~ July 2012