by a contributor
Nick D’Annunzio Jones
For prostitutes there,
no act was impossible,
except, of course, love.
What passions weave,
by reason is undone,
the Pope wrote Pope.
Avant le Déluge
Fat tails and bubbles.
Traders scoff at kurtosis.
Black swans crane their necks.
After 20 years of love, a man feels like a king;
after 20 years of marriage, he feels like a queen.
In a truly inclusive, multicultural America, everyone will feel marginalized.
t’s th lngst wrd
wtht vwls n nglsh.
Lks Rssn, thgh, dsn’t t?
Don’t get up.
If the masses are asses
And some asses are massive
Boy, I fear the greenhouse gasses
Rebuttal to Rebuttals of Robert Frost’s Rebuttal of Free Verse
Tennis without a net may be difficult but only because it is no longer tennis.
If you fear you’re a sociopath, you’re not.
Sign [Found] Inside Le Trapeze,
A Sex Club in Manhattan
Near Buffet Table
Nick D’Annunzio Jones lives and writes in Seattle. He is a former reporter for The New York Times and has published poetry in numerous journals in the United States, Ireland, Sweden and Australia.
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