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Teamster On The Run

Think of a burly guy in leather jacket
baseball cap bill shadowing broken nose
hamhock mitts dangling at his side

Stereotype, you protest! Show me
a mug like this who frequents
the coffee shops in Hyde Park

near the University of Chicago campus
sitting at a table poring over Sartre
or whoever the latest avant garde

may happen to be whom professors favor!
If you do spot such a creature on campus,
he's either unloading a truck out back
or he's visiting his granddaughter!
Michael Pruchnicki

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Wilson And Broadway At 4 A.M.


Sunday evening. Drunk
and strolling home.

On the way an hour now,
block after block,

bar to bar.
Weekend's gone,

Monday's turning.
Along the way

his swollen fingers find
parking meter posts

are an endless xylophone.
Plunked, they play

the anthem
of a life misspent.
Donal Mahoney

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Teenage Days Of One Helluva Chicago Summer.

Hey, you sittin' over there by yourself...
Are ya playin' wit yerself, or a handy mini pocket elf, offa yer homely home's bookshelf?
EyE Said, it's time yew hid and resume playin' wit yerself! !
Whut, yew kinnot here mey?
Well, just yew go down to frickin' Hell! ...
Don't mind me, I will not tell.
Hey Tinkle Bell, Yew fuckin' Fairy...
If looks were gay, Yew'd be fuckin' scarey!
Nobody ever said anythin when i was just a fuckin' law breakin' teen...
When i said to a wandering by woman, Hey, can i sample and feel yer twin boxes.
Or every bi-stander was silent when i ran between the movin' cars on the Chicago El....
Iffin dey did, i'd tell em ta just go on deep into Hell.
Ah yes! I do miss those long ago days of teen days.
The End.
Michael Gale

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Anne Frank Where! -Anne Cycle Part 1

Anne Frank where are you
Where you are trees grown
Wrens sing larks chant
Wrens chirp, corws crow
Ashes somewhere- spread,
Mixed with soil
Wind blows- you find them in
Amsterdam, Chicago, Jakarta
I feel am lazy. So I make a bowl full
Muesli - pour refreshing, fridged
Milk onto choccie sickled half hollow shells
And crusty com hued flakes-thinking of you
Ye know, I'd chat you up, if you'd have grown to be older
And I travelled in time- I know l'll chat your sis up!
Michael Witkowski

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