Picture by Eugenio Mazzone
At the all night
poetry store
we have airs but no
graces.
It is words that
count here
and there are lots.
At the all night
poetry store
there are no pigeon
holes.
Just stacks and racks
of pamphlets. Other
small press offerings
in the corner recover
lost mojos or lost
plots.
Dreams are in the
bargain bin
at our all night
poetry store.
Some are still free.
Tony Noon
