Foggy Forecast

A poem
by John Thomas Menesini
it’s grey here in Pittsburgh, shroud covers the city in cold, wet cloth
sticks pick the sky’s bellybutton, belly hangs drooped and resigned
mist moist flaps of sacks
stuck to small of backs
hobo tramp stamps
(clown porn?)
block glass distorted crystal ball scry
bright white air
screed tight screen door dime store novel
(this poem has wove itself from it’s tracks)
detours are fine amid these minutes as ideas are conveyed
from one to others and furthur, the connection, spark, one-ness
as the satyrs
scratch their jizzy poems
in our scalps
John Thomas Menesini would rather play with kittens than talk to people, although he is nicer than his bio suggests. He wrote a few books which contain a handful of golden and immortal poems, but much of his writing is whatever. Everything the critics said was true.

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Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. He is a Best of the Net and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee. Scott's poetry books include: Songs of a Dissident (Transcendent Zero Press, 2015), Chaos Songs (Weasel Press, 2016), Happy Hour Hallelujah (CTU Publishing, 2016), and Poison in Paradise (Alien Buddha Press, 2017). Scott is a member of The Southern Collective Experience; he also serves as an editor for Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Blue Mountain Review, The Peregrine Muse, and Novelmasters.

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