Thursday, December 19, 2019

that water’ll get to ya. By Tom Pescatore


The birthplace of the atomic bomb
a can of lifeless Arizona ice tea
the mushroom cloud of hydrogen gas
burning the retina of the atmosphere
rising at slow motion detection
the native fungi of the america continent
national lifeform of the cause
a marshmallow Armageddon
released in the breaking of a tab




Tom Pescatore can sometimes be seen wandering along the Walt Whitman bridge or down the sidewalks of Philadelphia's old Skid Row. He might have left a poem or two behind to mark his trail. He claims authorship of a novel the Boxcar Bop (RunAmok Books, 2018) and the poetry travel journal Go On, Breathe Freely! (Chatter House Press, 2016).  

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