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“Industrial Salute,” by Tyler J.

Industrial Salute,” by Tyler J.

Watch here, O silent observer, as the businessman

       stumbles and limps, a walking havoc, a reeling corpse,

       all of his thoughts jumbled and lost among the muddled

       gaps between each of his successive appointments.  O Society!

       the lineage of Plato and Hegel, burned, shattered, beaten,

       a bruised heap of battered lies, stepped on by shiny shoes,

       a conflagration fed by the unlimited ambivalence of Industry.

       Watch here, O silent observer, and harken the smell, the sight,

             the thick miasma of suits and smiles and ties, of Humanity’s decay.

“Tiresias at the Bridge,” by Tyler J.

Tiresias at the Bridge,” by Tyler J.

I see you there at the end

        of the bridge, you so short.

             Your eyes pierce my chest

        like mirrors, and I feel the pain

        with Present’s kiss, again and again.

             O, even now, I wonder, now,

        where were you?—where were you

        when I fell down the drain

        and spilled my sentiments

        all over the floor, bloody and raw. Read more…

“Summer’s Youth,” by Tyler J.

Summer’s Youth,” by Tyler J.

For Ray Bradbury


  This childhood’s Eve,

the firebugs chirrup

       on the windowsill;


       I lay listening in

       white foam sheets,

       like an air-tuft amid

       the ocean’s wake,

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