The Bone Song Revisited
Connections are growing weaker
by the
day w/ every word typed
or written, every bend or twist.
Bands snapping under strain.
Ball popping socket.
When connections are gone
these bones will be floating
unconstrained and will stabilize
according to someone else’s law.
No
Wings
Each day I am more
an Old
Man just waiting
to be poked and prodded,
singing only at night.
Bioinfo
James
Reitter has been publishing poetry for nearly four decades. He is the author of
a collection of poetry and artwork, Scratched Records, and runs the
online literature and arts journal, Masque and Spectacle. As an
Associate Professor of English and Film Studies, he lives in New York with his
wife and pets.
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