Existence

A small boy lies
impaled on a wrought iron fence.

This is no kind of dream.

He knows he is there,
he can feel it.

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About genemyers

Gene Myers is a New Jersey poet, music journalist and columnist who learned to walk twice. His weekly column is called The Joy of Life. He was awarded first place in Arts and Entertainment Writing by The New Jersey Press Association.
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5 Responses to Existence

  1. Very good poem, very good indeed, it is a great text.

  2. aad de gids says:

    yes,this is a good poem,but only after i reread it.
    it’s a raw description of existence pur sang.
    i imagine regions like basilicata and calabria in italy,where the n’drangheta reigns.the bronx,compton,cabrini green.le banlieu de paris.
    london and manchester periphery.amsterdam and rotterdam.and the megalopolii of the underdeveloped world.o.k.it woke me up.

    • genemyers says:

      You’re a great reader for someone to have. Thanks for paying attention. It’s much appreciated.

  3. Ray Brown says:

    I like the craftsmanship. It is intriguing. I am not sure I can get past the visual which is bothering me.

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