Stumblebum Dawn To some, dusk is a stumblebum dawn tripped on the stairs. A grand entrance was planned, the staircase fabulous, the dazzling sunlight behind the window atop the stairs half blinding all the upturned eyes awed by the sight of that top-floor prodigy prepared, preordained to gracefully descend. But reckless feet tangled in the … Continue reading Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 5
The VGP Literate No. 18
Eat, Run, Stay Fit And Die Anyway death is the after-party and I am wearing my Sunday finest because when they dig me up they will see a formed, firm, finessed fossil ready to lay down for my right to remain dead Thomas Fucaloro is the author of two books of poetry published by … Continue reading The VGP Literate No. 18
The VGP Flashback #4
Headbanging Thunder fizzles out— Hector the room mechanic selling strawberries on the corner of Jones & Tropicana, off white Bentleys roll by... Heavy metal strippers sliding down silver poles to greet salacious mobs— cheap beer & buzz cuts, fake tans & spandex dreams over-compensating alpha-morons swingin' bullshit shovels. Clinking bottles of Cristal, wowed by an … Continue reading The VGP Flashback #4
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