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   Volume XI, Issue I

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Poetry


Je Suis Charlie II
Joan Payne Kincaid

 

There was curiosity after cruise feeling of holiday madness a sort of symmetry
Of automated laughter par ce que tous sont l'appearance de mort reality check.

After the hullabaloo you left in a charming costume of suspended animation
I say look at the lighthouse it's where your grandfather lit-up late at night.

We jettisoned the latte (milk and coffee singing Allouette unilaterally alluring.
A country of angst and apples you were wearing silk in a lower place.

Intrinsically a journey under choppy counter point chutzpah coterie
a chauvinistic kind of cartoon hypothesis or hex of childbirth.

A crow chants adjectives at the last a crumpled content jeopardizing
auto erotic labyrinthine low jazzy silhouette of the affair's schemes.

In a mirror the actual continent could be revealed a unique union of hot fear.
Time to read a cartoon or two charming under surveillance singing a hymn

Of hide and seek adjusting to smoky screen reality of summer rain
Standing just so-characteristically surfacing in a lost comic strip.

 

 

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