Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Flatland

He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up. — J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens     Captain Hook, I fed your hand to a crocodile not out of malice, but for survival. This city is swollen with oil. Towers are eerie at night — gators never sleep. Your clocks tick away in the crocodile paunch. Birds guide the flyers. Even disheveled-grey à la Patti Smith, no […]

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