Thursday, August 2, 2018

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.

Damian Rucci

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