I'm sitting in a
park. I'm sitting in a
park. I'm sitting in a
park. I'm sitting in a
park. I'm sitting in a
park. I'm sitting in a
park. |
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H.P.V. from Y.O.U. Our love wasn't
forever but… Boston. A public
fountain Lights popping to
the surface He knew it
all Given the same
chance I
complain I explain |
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Twilight Aubade A
summer of mouths Now
when you recommend growing up A
drum beat's in the distance What
awaits the poor little girl |
Copyright 2009, Trexler Chisholm. © This work is protected under the U.S. copyright laws. It may not be reproduced, reprinted, reused, or altered without the expressed written permission of the author. |
Trexler Chisholm is a poet and editor and lives in Brooklyn. He has written one book of poetry titled the Possibility of Movement, has had poems published in several small Cambridge presses when he was attending university across the river, as well as Bay Currents, and ward6review. He is currently working on a novel that concerns bus rides, a callipygian Gypsy, gondolier sex, marauding bookplates, and the bloodletting aspects of misbegotten paternity. He can be reached at cjoychisholm@gmail.com. |