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Debra Roberts This is full pulsing with every breath in reading it, with every heartbeat on each syllable.

three poems

after Ezra Pound

it does not change the faces of children, looking out of broken windows while the train passes to the suburbs

tarmac despair

floating high in your deep, manhole fancies in daisy coloured skies of lollipop meth

she is with him

Clickety- clickety clack the iron wheels were singing on the rail.

Ayn Rand - Anthem, 1946 - I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.

I had a horrific day at your shopping mall and found that your stated ‘convenience policy’ is bollocks.