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A. D. WINANS : Old Men on Skid Row
JAN O HANSEN : Inferiority Complex
MARTIN JERVIS : A Cold Wind Blew
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A. D. WINANS

Old Men on Skid Row
    these old men beat     their heads nightly against     the four walls     forced to listen     to death's call     the pain so great that     a fifth of whiskey brings     no relief     men who envy those fortunate     enough to escape     men on the verge of suicide     men who wait with nothing     to look forward too     but an obituary column     so small it fits them     like a charm bracelet

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JAN O HANSEN

Inferiority Complex
If I run faster than everyone else I may win the race, they will give me a medal as stated in the rulebook they will scrutinize in hope of avoiding giving me one. Then they will turn to the one who nearly won, he's erudite and one of them and he will be remembered as the one who deserved to win if it hadn't been for my incredible fluke. Based on this impeccable logic
I've pulled out of the race.

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MARTIN JERVIS

A Cold Wind Blew
A cold wind blew down the glass house, neat, Northerly, a mortar of hard rain, compound sleet, A coat of birdied cenotaph and gray succulents, Freezing faces of stone gods. Broken Pan, stares Through broken algae stained glass, green eyes Of sappy lichen filled cells, glued like clams. Towards the lily lake, grained in sugar icing, Stiff water, lifted by muscled air, waves surrender, Drifts in slow lava of current, flowing words, Out of reaching fingers, to a rising cliff of foam, Struggling dirt water, pulled to the weir, against The will, the charging cascade sunk in the mud. Small brown island, prisoner of season, silent, Unbranded, untouched, linked to small boat, Moored to the leafy shore by steeled stiff rope, Heavy, tarred, one oared, wood finger soft, lousy, Unanchored, it rows, day or night, light or dark, Ghostly, free and drifting as it encircles the island.


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Poetry endangers the established order
of the soul - Plato

REPAIR: resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition.
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A. D. WINANS : Old Men on Skid Row
JAN O HANSEN : Inferiority Complex
MARTIN JERVIS : A Cold Wind Blew

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