Unraveling The Queen City

Mill / Wheel
Adam Tedesco

Cincinnati has the jet engines
we’ve the wheel, the strut
the suction of pregnant contrails
and cold beer in pop-up shade
under the flight path of your
summer staycation

We have the burning rubber
to smoke out ghosts of one
hundred dead industries as they
strip their own skeletons clean
of every ferrous dream

We have the cold clay yard
of knowing all the things
we’ve imagined have already
come true somewhere else

Every pre-war dance inscribed
in our muscle and nowhere to
exercise our joy, stone face day
hands for driving tent stakes
and nickels for the big-top

Mechanic’s Delight in our
breast and a belly full of rye
you could drink here under the
grapevine speaking to animals

scurrying through the alley gate
you could play your accordion
and every now and then just before
dawn they’d stop and listen

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Adam Tedesco has worked as a shipbuilder, a meditation instructor, a telephone technician and cultural critic for the now disbanded Maoist Internationalist Movement. His recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in dcomP, Drunk In A Midnight Choir, MadHat Lit, Pine Hills Review, Similar:Peaks::, Freeze Ray Poetry and Cartridge Lit. He lives in Albany, New York with his wife and two children.

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hrholt1986

I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

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