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Michael
Riley
the
bus driver was a palindrome
the
bus driver was a palindrome
he
played a guitar made out of
the
emergency window
had
a patent on a condom
that
was two parts water
three
parts country & western
on
friday afternoons
his
unpaid rent receipts
rolled
around in the aisle
like
a bleeding lung out of water
fish
skeletons
barked
at the old ladies
something
under a violet sheet
validated
our tickets
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Michael Riley's
poems have recently
appeared in Going Down Swinging, Stylus Poetry Journal,
Pendulum
and The Rose & Thorn. He lives in Melbourne,
Australia. You
can view the translation of this poem in the Italian
NG.
email: M.Riley
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