Sons of Twilight. by Damian Rucci

between the hours of eleven at night

and eight in the morning

i aint no poet

i am a third shift worker,

i am a nine-digit punch code

i am another lost soul biding time

at a suburban grocery store

but sometimes i feel it’s worth

feeling good about

the food for the neighborhood

doesn’t just appear on the shelf

it’s put there by the sons of twilight

the time biders the dropouts the dreamers

the hungry

Damian Rucci is a writer and poet whose work has recently appeared in Beatdom, Eunoia Review, Ramingo’s Porch and basements and coffee shops across the United States. He is the author of three chapbooks, a split The Former Lives of Saints w/ Ezhno Martin) and his first full length The Degenerate’s Anthem is forthcoming from Spartan Press. He writes a column on Street Poetry for the London magazine Public House and is a poet in residence at the Osage Arts Community in Belle, Missouri.

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