I Have No Reason To Play Both Sides

By: Joe Sonnenblick

I love a tension headache,
A sandwich with no bread is poverty
It runs down the walls like once wise blood.

They are all running for the train,
I am sitting in my shit and simmering
I make a city run,
I crumble skyscrapers between my fingers like red ants or paper mâché dolls made by some hopeful kindergartners, 
I’m sorry to tell you they weren’t good enough.

A ten-gallon hat filled with want,
I don’t have long enough limbs to reach in
For every easy one they give you,
There is a million ways they skin your cat.

I will never see myself out,
That’s a promise I made when I looked into Hell.

Joe Sonnenblick is a Native New Yorker who was a regular contributor to the now defunct Citizen Brooklyn magazine. Joe has been featured in publications such as In Parentheses for their 6th volume of poetry and The Academy Of The Heart And Mind, and Impspire Literary Review, The Bond Street Review, Spectra Poets Issue 01, Throats To The Sky, El Portal. Joe has read up and down the east coast and is shopping his first full book of poetry around to publishers.

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