By Steve Grogan
I twisted my fate
left and right.
I couldn’t think.
My hands were weak.
They couldn’t hold a pen.
I knew no words anyway.
I saw the pictures
of the metal men
rusted by the rain,
and I read literature
ruined by the criticism.
It’s 4:30,
and the walls are open.
I’m in the bookshop.
The words pour into me.
I’m alive with no fear,
no sadness in my heart,
no guilt in my hate.
They can’t rip me apart anymore.
Life is good.
Steve Grogan is from the often-filmed city of Troy, NY. His short stories and poems have been published in several magazines and ezines. His biggest influences are Phillip K.
Dick, William S. Burroughs, and Thomas Pynchon.
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