Gregory Vincent St Thomasino


Six Haiku Cycle


Rapid Transit


Wet subway platform
(R Train is late, so are you)
peeing Chinaboy



The Circus


The circus is a
(how tempting, then, to rate things)
metaphor for hell



A, B Haiku


In her button hole
tender buttons, little shits
barriers, tokens



Molotov’s Sister


A blonde bomber, she
smokes filterless, plays upright bass
& writes haiku




The Holy Grail


The Holy Grail, or,
I swallow medicine
from the spoon of your hip.



Still Life


Life has gone,
still beauty remains —
touch her gently, she may lose a wing.




Gregory Vincent St Thomasino has new work online at Stylus Poetry
Journal and at 9th St. Laboratories. He lives in Brooklyn Heights, New
York, where he edits the online journal eratio postmodern poetry. He'd
like to extend his thanks to Alba and to Starfish.


 
 
 
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